learned how to sing.
‘Love potion number 9’, an all-time favorite.
Rombling around, seeing people around me,
looking at older hot rod cars and motorcycles.
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Silencing habits from within as I travel down streets of routine.
So happy to penetrate the english language with innate intelligence and joy at it’s presence within.Never lacking in words to express what goes on in the reality of my mind and soul.
Falling asleep in a land of make-believe,
Traveling down roads, creating episodesof tomorrow so I may continue my journeythrough illuminated illusions of life.
Crossing lines, creating bridges, climbing into canyons, always looking, searching for antique remedies to life’s ills.
Nothing matters except what I find in darkened corners of my mind.Selecting only images that strike my mind with a force of desires held too long interiorly.A lifetime secluded, hidden in many words of verse.
Lasting endeavors filter through thickened hazes of yesterday,
Forcing particular moments to stand out and be recognizedfor what they are.Major moments in life, where sacrifice and compassion havestood the test of time, involving others through mercy ofbehavioral benedictions, stifling evil.Keeping it from the center of living and dying, just to bepart of a dream centered in major arteries of becoming.Allowing others to become…
Beckoning turmoil to turn around and bring a sense of peace towards an ending of sorts.
Reading books along edges of tidal waves, hoping to belong somewhere in some space in time.Living carefully, afraid to stop and smell the flowers, keeping a sense of goodness in heart.
I don’t want to become like all the rest, I want to be somebody special in your life.
To be able to do such simple and ordinary things and in the simplicity of it all to find a meaning for our lives.