Sourly looking to the future, seeing nothing but trouble alighting on my shoulders.
My only saving grace will be when I can rid myself of past mistakes made.
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Soundly anticipating what is waiting around the corner,
and telling me what lies in my future.Walking forward, touching nature in visions of beauty,holding them closely, never letting go of their lovely forms.Stepping tenderly into the sunsetical horizons of the finalityof my earthly life.
Flying into orbit on a whim,
can play with words in different signsand languages.Coding all poetry, yet no one everfigures out how I’m doing it.A secret that will be kept for at leastone hundred years after I’m dead.
Rushing across the face of earth,
Nightly twilight hiding mildew of ages with deep regret.Keeping secrets hidden, never allowing the dawn of a newday to break over a broken heart with crushing sadness.Alone on a widening horizon, bowing a heavy heart insimple prayer.
Triangular views of life are narrow at best, either in the beginning or at the end.
Stairways of development climb to heights of learning and experience, attracting people by situational circumstances.Reality quivers now and then, shackled with tremendous responsibility, daring not to absent itself, yet finding it gives in to imagination and creativeness at times.Picturesque, hauntingly beautiful, holding up to sunlight, many areas of illumination, snaring articulate aspects of living and…
Sorrowfully I assist in grief, holding hands, cupping tears as they slide continuously down expressions of sorrow.
Striding along walkways of future years, I hold on to precious images in subconscious hallways, awaiting beautiful artwork covered in glistening tears.