If my shadow never again appeared on the shores
of life, would it be missed?
Are the archaic answers of old churning
rapidly inside your head?
Can an answer be given to anything I’ve written?
If nothing can change the outcome of withering demise,
is life then allowed to die?
Answers in requiem remorse can be countlessly preached,
lectures given, but can any of it amount to an iota of
simple reason?
Can you yet solve the dilemma?
If tonight I should disappear from your life,
would it matter?
of nothingness before going to heaven.Accepting anything death wants to throwat me for only I can adjust and realignmyself to whatever it is.Being whole and listening to innerworkings of my soul.Capturing all of my essence in a mindof absolute talent and sharing it withthe world when I am done.
bringing about imagination’s trends in touching feelings.
Awesome pictures, filled with hopes in tomorrow’s fate, closer than anyone thinks.Reaching out, feeling the rain pour down upon me, awakening my soul to life again.
taking privileges with joy in hearts of many.Bittersweet, tantalizing taste buds of the mind arefilled with an other-worldly energy.Sustaining interior motives, aiding in the process ofliving free and independently with no thoughts of dying.
journeys of peace and contentment.
