Laughter dies, sits upon a spine of nerveless messages, awaiting universal connections.
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Looking into mirrors of my eyes, watching
Not being able to stop the progression ofmy body from attacking itself, unable toget healthy and enjoy my life – what littleI have left.
Looking out of windows – watching nature flow by,
Standing on the brink of eternity, hoping to staya little longer to watch nature play.Still – silent – quietly watching everything –knowing soon, I’d no longer be able to watch orparticipate in any way.Longing already for a little more time –finding there is none and I am led away.Walking away from the windows, turning my…
Bedecking future horizons with a plenitude of prayer, standing alone with no where to go.
Exercising rigorously on borrowed seconds of eternity, hoping to expand literature’s knowledge, transferring it into wisdom of a first class period of ecstasy on margins of belonging.Taking steps away from exasperating people, trying to display a beauty of souls.
Searing pain, cutting through an intense silence, touching dreams of individual measures with a lilting voice.
Treasuring life with anecdotal thoughts kept hidden from view, while placating a heart of bluest sadness, springing from within.
Relating all of life to music, playing melodies within my mind and writing them out as they cogitate and form so many poems.
Longing momentarily satiated and then emptied, only to start anew.Phases of life written stylishly as dawn and dusk open and close every poem forming within.