Situated in spheres of placid mourning, lying down,
refusing to become involved in today’s agenda,
written by those who know nothing of me or what I
enjoy in life.
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Sunday evening concert, Martha singing, beautiful voice – angelic.
Mixed with a chorus of other people, strobe lights flashing stars and symbols all around the room.Caught up in the excitement of the moment, everyone jumped to their feet, clapping and singing along.An awesome concert by all intentions, as we left with joy and prayer filling us with faith.
Waving and ebbing, taking blanketed
to heaven.God standing at His gates, waitingto take me in.
Listlessly wandering alongside river banks,
producing valuable thoughts to be seen inprose.Giving some people pause, stopping waysthey have always done things and now arechanging their lives for the better.Redesigning their futures, giving theworld the benefit of their individualtalents and ideas.On a plain of beauty, all of mankind isunited in one endeavor, bringing it tofinal fruition.
Storing memories in chests of steel, protecting them from the fires of aging.
Taking altogether, pieces of life, arranging them in a picturesque video that I can replay whenever I want.Careful to not dwell too long, lest I lose my mind in the final outcome.
Hidden in a corner of life, not wanting to become part of it because of all the turmoil being caused by other people.
Looking out into the darkened distance at other sides of twilight as it holds a fascination within my mind.Wandering through a variety of entrances and exits, sauntering down vacant lots, just to see what is there.
Mirrors of my soul reflecting itself into heaven’s clouds of hope.
Splashing around in it’s depths, washing away the cultivated dirt of human beings and taking aspirations beautifully into heaven’s gardens.Keeping pace with imagination and it’s creative dreams, coming into their own on desert plains of poetical musing.