In the recesses of my mind are little known facts.

Once there was a desert – barren and beautiful – full of life and fun.Ordinary people with money, looking for ways to spend it foolishly came along.Ruining the desert – creating havoc with nature.Skyscrapers are really gravestones – markers – for a desert that used to be.

of tomorrow, appealing to an inner sense of being silentwith reflective cogitating interiorly.Stepping upwardly, out of sight, images and their ideasconstantly trade places with one another, forming,molding, and shaping future literature.

Taking time to become a master at wording whatever it is I feel and think.Somewhere inside, touching with velvet thoughts, I furnish the world with poetry.Making them think, pause or reject whatever it is they decide is their interpretation.Eventually we’ll all end up at the end of life on the same page in eternity.

Doing whatever feels right at this very moment is whatis carefully thought of and placed in files of memoryfor later observations.

Forgotten eternities lying about in disarray, crying, tears softlyechoing the past.Filling every particle of being with lasting disconcertainy.Alive within a secret place, wandering endlessly, seeking no others,finding peace in being alone.Self contained despondency, placated by grief in small amounts.Forever singly following paths created by self, so no one else mayfollow.Treading quietly through life, unafraid.Seeing naturally…

Situating demeanors in closets of yesterday,forgetting about whatever happens to come alongin the future.Fulfilling wishes and hopes with prayers, hopingbeyond life to find a place to stay in the comingdays.