about yesterday and how good it used to be.
Times have changed, life is fruitless and
demanding in extremely opposite ways.
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Turning inwardly, searching for past memories,
Feelings clouding my vision, causing tears toinsinuate themselves in my heart.Soul coverings entering my mind, with complacentthought, borrowing images for future designs setin poetry.
Rising above the grief of death, I sit in stillness,
Resting heads on silken pillows, I touch days thatare now lost in death’s embrace.Knowing the sadness leaving me, descends upon sacredgrounds, touching my heart with a gentle timidnessborne of yesterday’s love.
Whenever anything needs to be done, waiting must always come first.
Sometimes I’ve done things fast, without a thought and they turned out fine.There is a big difference between what others tell me and my personal experience.This observation, I must remember when dealing with others because we all do things differently.
Resorting to antique ways of old,
Living on cushions of extra-sensory provisions, leaving nothingBehind in drawers of misspent youth.
Sweeping away cobwebs of derelict thoughts, placing them in the dust bin where they belong.
None of it matters when you look into the future and see the next horizon just ahead.All is useless chatter, noisy circumstances not worth looking into.Gently strumming advocates of serenity and pious silence, searching and locating what is left in defiant piles.Curtains closing upon decades after each heroic attempt made in life.Shattering the existence of…