closer to God.
With every moment spent in contemplative
verse and signed with a touch of love.
Similar Posts
Flagrantly hiding in a corner, besieged by thoughts of worthless abandonment by another.
Sitting in recognition of total annihilation by another throws me into a tornado of rejection which I can’t escape from until it sets me down in a destruction of my very soul.
Life brings people in and out of our lives, yet somehow they should never really completely leave.
That’s why God takes such special care in having us meet one another through His grace.
Silencing effects of music as it’s rhythm’s tempo beats on my mind with tones of perfect pitch.
Justifying every nuance, each note of perfection, as rhythm arranges itself in my intellect on the way to writing each poem.
Rehearsing songs, changing and rearranging their essence to fit my style of composing.
Feeling attuned to whatever I’m thinking as I place notes in sequences of many diversified situations.Fitting every tone and sound in synch with words that grow in poetry, giving so much pleasure as I listen to them.Delving into the beautiful sunsets of life in music.
Taking time to think, remembering all the times of happiness and joy with great clarity.
Following pathways into forests of yesterday, expanding future memories with a little bit of old.Time consuming in interminable periods of nonchalant character, becoming ominous on dreary days of silent being.Tossing every idea into pockets of abbreviated volume, hoping to be noticed in aspirations of talented imagination.
Breeze blowing gently across my face, waking me from a reverie.
everywhere but here.Time is always so all-consuming when it’s someoneelse’s.Our own time has ways of moving with just a whim.Wanting to do something – it gets done – but not nowwhen someone else wants it.There are certain limits to the extent we want to go inall phases of our lives.Mine aren’t very structured and I…