Diving deeply into thought-provoking ideas, serenely selecting those words that match my feelings.
Keeping tides flowing, bringing a calmness into my being.
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Willful anticipation, carrying me forward, holding onto stubborness like a life saver in details of death.
Visions making their way forward onto inner photographic screens, giving me concentrated endeavors of prose.Lifting my soul up into outer realms of heaven, taking me on inner journeys of serenity.
Thoughts being written as they enter my mind,
Going together with a blend of color as itturns all thoughts into a rainbow of energy.Choosing selective crossroads as they appearbefore me in visions, creating an existenceof my being, tactfully molding myself intofeatures of tomorrow’s videos.Tending to talk without always thinking, asit gets me in trouble more often than not.Creating coffins of my own making…
Desperation in my soul does not reflect in the sound of my voice.
A lump of tears jerks itself into my throat, and I do not want tolet my eyes partake of it’s salted despair.Wiping my mind with the tissue of my soul, carefully, gently, soas not to tear what I know I cannot hold.So insidiously feeling turmoil go through me like an ocean in asevere storm.Holding on…
Wrestling with other people’s ideas, discarding or holding them, in case there’s some reason to do so.
Focusing on creative gifts, bringing myself into the expansive pictures I’m creating, through ideas of out-of-the-box thinking.
Tapping to beats of ideallic notes as they float exuberantly over my mind, catching every idea as it places it’s formulas alongside whatever comes to pass.
Catering to emotional turmoil, bringing out every morsel and placing it on the table of bereavement, placating sorrowful thoughts.
Lonely, bereft, aimlessly walking, looking about, finding no companion of old to be with.
Curling up in a fetal position, eyes longingly watching for you, no message at all.No longer caring about the rest of nature, allowing it to do what it will.Lying here where we used to share this space of green grass, feeling empty-hearted – tears sloshing invisibly down my face.No where are you to be found,…