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Touching chords with a gentleness and soft pride as emotions flow smoothly about, taking me on solo journeys throughout my little life.
Sensing so much beyond boundaries I can see, releasing mind and soul to travel into emotional turmoil and suffering, finding many tears and transposing them into a poem of everlasting freedom.
Oblivious to all around who are being disciplined, a little puppy insists on trying to pick up a softball in his little baby puppy mouth.
It didn’t need a comedian or a script, it was just one of life’ funny moments to enjoy while it was happening.Years later to remember with laughter, filling my mind.Maybe not remembering the puppy’s name is Daisy, but her memory and what she looks like when she’s playing are forever etched into my brain.
Talent sits upon shelves of minds, awaiting it’s time in the spotlight.
Placating interior doubts, shining astride a knowing of worthwhile endeavors.In the end, never being realized until death has taken us from the circle of talent on earth to perform instead for God.
Falling upon the universe, taking time to fit in spaces – at times temporarily.
Stepping into pictures filled with candy-hearted dreams, sweet to my mind, savory to my heart.Tantalizing colors, matching flavors of heavenly gardens, issuing forth the solemn grandeur of tomorrow.
Picking up on a beat falling in my pathway, treasuring it’s appearance as I placed it in a composition of poetical beauty.
Thinking of times gone past with winds of fate, blowing the years into dust of another future beyond us all.
Darkening dawn abiding within, not seeking the light of another morning.
comes close – everyone is retired.Feeling loneliness with the intensity of a hot fire, moments are lostas they burn on a funeral pyre.Life has no meaning while we are living it.Emptiness fills us with heartfelt desire and no one has a reason forbuilding upon it, a memorial of repose.If life had a meaning, it would…