At times, leaving me breathless, unable to feel bad about anything.
The ending of each day is filled with colorful sunsets as they grasp my eyes with their scents of beauty.
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Windward endeavors slipping down hallways elusively,
of people’s prayers.Never-ending thought gently, yet persistently, grabsonto our minds with vise-like grips, taking us intothe beyond even when we are not ready to go.Silently we acquiesce and become our enlighteningdestiny as we quietly go through the gates of heaven,our journeys complete at last.
Cribbing ideas that are still too young
Storing them in delicate satin and lace, lyingupon pillows of amazement, awaiting their timesof birth.
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.
Being suppressed by another, trying to disentangle myself from their emotional world of turmoil.
Wondering curiously where it will leave me when the sun sets upon my brow.Tempted by suicidal thoughts to give up and throw in the towel.Nothing seems to be worthwhile as I fall asleep on my pillow of remorse tonight.
Sending emotions flying into separate atmospheres, keeping them away from me for now.
Rather, anchoring all thoughts to moorings of yesterday’s selective ideas, to be invented for future inspirations of desire.
At times, leaving me breathless, unable to feel bad about anything.
The ending of each day is filled with colorful sunsets as they grasp my eyes with their scents of beauty.
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Sorrowfully watching youngsters play around, having fun,
While I sit in aging moments, wishing my friend was herewith me.Remembering the good times we’ve had together.Joy, laughter, talks we had, wanting it all back.In memories, walking, hoping, praying for an end to heranger towards me.
Empty desk, empty chair, awaiting the presence of Dr. L.
Computer screen black, still sleeping in a far-off memorysomewhere inside.Until the doctor touches it with an electrifying persona –quickly awakening to do it’s job of relating notes andtests to a brain that can interpret them.
Intense cold, structuring ideas
behaviors of human nature.Collapsing attitudes into foldsof drapes to be hung in futuretraits of poems.Living in atmosphere’s ofintellect and much approved fortomorrow.
Staring into space, nothing focused, transparent heartaches
Thoughtful burial of life’s second chance, turned around andleft on back steps fighting to survive.Reprimands from eons ago, still engraved in sidewalks made forharried travelers.Homeless, walking for hours on end, no food, no friends.A cause of peace and justice seems to be lost in today’s world.
Nondescript illusions follow me at times through tunnels of yesterday, taunting me with images of frightening possibilities from past episodes of pain, abandonment, or humiliation.
Hoping whatever I leave behind in books will be appreciated by at least one person who loves me, and never forgets me once I’m gone from this life.
Listening to conversations beyond the music I hear, stringent, mocking me.
An outside of pain, trying to display itself on and within me, yet, I shrug it off and continue my life.Making a journey alone, traveling and encompassing particles of life within.