Solace being scratched with cat’s claws, carefully though, so as not to leave a mark except in my brain, where it will be etched forever, so one day it can be made into a poem.
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Dancing with a belly dancer, Little John, smiling and moving energetically next to the professional.
Grinning from ear to ear, touching his heart and mind with an experience to be remembered.Way to go John, you’re the celebrity of the day.
Children running onto the dance floor as a disco ball rotates above, throwing little lights around the room.
They’re just into themselves dancing, having fun without television or electronic games.
Trundling amid black noise and blinding darkness,
Lining up against dangerous curves in absolute silence,hiding within deepest encounters of mindless acts ofsubconsciousness.Wasting no time, struggling to come to conclusions inrhymes.
Lights of goodness, focusing on peaceful countenances, deriving beauty from places of innocence throughout
Surfing simple respect and dignity, holding gentlyonto lives of despair, not wanting to lose any of them.Rays of light shine upon us all through eyes ofgoodness from above.
Tenderly, touchingly, meeting eyes with mine, sensitively searching your soul, filled with rhetoric and lasting friendship.
rose buds, holding them in vases of our hearts forever, especially on nights of bliss.
Shouting interiorly, committing life to strenuous endeavors,
Nowhere finding any one to talk with, all have abandoned meon wayward paths of life.Strangulating every day, losing hopes preserved from one dayin the past.No more living to be done now or in the future as I write my-self an ending befitting a poet lost and abandoned by everyoneon earth.