brown bottom of mud.
Fish swimming through the liquid beauty, rainbowly reflecting
the world in their fishly scales.
Interiorly becoming calmer with the throwing of each stone,
life eases itself slowly into contemplative mirrors, like
a prayer into the depths of heaven.
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Softly, tenderly, composing songs and lyrics for another
Longing for a calm serenity to replace daily stress and strain.Coursing through amphibious desires, floating like alife preserver, holding on for a lifetime of tomorrows.Thoughts circle and combine into tomes of literature asthis poet walks onto a new horizon to write.
Beginning silence extending through the motions of energy,
my brain.Sololy bringing total concentration into view.Chugging off into nether worlds, always hoping to beginagain on other sides of life.Technically overloading all lines extending into heaven.
Prolonging thought, lengthening it’s stance as ideas revolve through tubes of creative processes.
Waylaid one October in the birth of an ideal language, supported by cryptic codes arranged in many colored hues and stepped over for other endeavors of peaceful reminiscence.
An ungovernable feeling sits heavily upon my mind, disregarding all thought.
ideas, pushing their way into lines of poems,rebelling contumaciously, defiant in overt mannersof refractory meanings, giving new facets andaspects to minds of sedition as they turn into booksof novel images, waiting to be written of.
Wishing never accomplishes anything, just gives you an empty feeling when they are not fulfilled to your expectations.
Deeper, edges are more defined and sparkle exactingly into beautiful artful prose.
Resting in pieces of being, stretching legs and arms, not reaching for any of them, happy to see them lying on the floor.
No more conflicts, no arguments to speak of anymore.