Sectioning all particles of atoms into beads of necklaces from long ago hippies, delivering their messages of peace and love.
Enjoying their beautiful talents and being contented with their styles of life while combining all aspects in communes of satisfaction.
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Skating across minds of access, leaving telltale
reaches of imagination’s storehouses.Traipsing up and down slopes of future literature,accumulating ideas and novel approaches as lifegoes on.
Finding peace in depths of rhythm, folding over and hiding within just to keep it close to me.
Gathering morsels, contributing particles to my every sentiment.Taking no nonsense into my mind, creating only truths of formulated creativity.
Burying myself so as not to feel pain hiding just underneath
Tears stinging my eyes, wanting me to release them from thepain of despair.Looking away, daring not to feel anything, overcome byemotional sorrow and pushing it below me.There are no ways of expression left to me at this moment,because I do not want anyone to see my face turn suddenly sad.Slipping silently away, jostling feelings so…
Sentimentality dresses me each evening in it’s splendor,
all things past.Never settling for anything in this world, wanting to beand do the best I can.Traveling around in places of profound interest, nodoubts in place to ruin the peace I feel.Interiorly assisting factions of spiritual contemplationas sentimentality dresses me each evening in it’sfascinating splendor.
Are they people who struggle to survive from one day to the next?
Are they the people who are on welfare, sitting home struggling?While we are sitting at work?Or are they the people out working for a living, doing any job possible, to struggle from one day to the next?Who are the Poor?Are they the rich trying to hold onto their money?Or those who are without, trying to…