Lightening striking, electrifying thought, breaking through any animosity left over from yesterday.

to be used a lifetime, expanding Webster’s repertoireand enlarging his vocabulary.Concepts and perceptions realizing their purposes insentences of composure, laying foundations for future generations of literal questions.Compiling years of poetical ideals into solutions ofreality, but only if people will listen to commonsense and perform what needs to be done.

now that I’m getting older and wiser.Tranquil oceans sweeping continuously over fields ofimagination, planting flowers filled with brand newideas in lovely rhymes of thoughts.

then.Soul opening, letting in God’s inspiration, as it gentlyallows innate talent to be exposed in writing.Tearful blue eyes, flowing with such sadness that it cannever be contained.Longing for an inanimate object to listen as I pour outmy heart, knowing that there is no person out there whocan do the job I need.Solitary feelings being penetrated…

Then when done, people clapping and saying well done, not knowing the true pain within that the song has brought back for them to mourn anew.

Taking down patterns of yesterday and replacing them with brightened florescence and darkened cavernous desires.