Exquisite thoughts etching themselves permanently into my brain cells forever.
Tapping into these exacting moments gives me free rein to BE, just BE myself.
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Loneliness of the elderly, left alone to get along the best they can with no one’s love to help them, save their own.
Sitting, staring, looking at the young, wondering where life has gone – wondering where the love they gave so unselfishly all these years could possibly have gotten lost.All around them are questions getting old – with no answers as the years go by.Everything seems to pass them as they grow old and a heart stops…
Wishing to cooperate entirely with inner imaginings.
to exact the following thoughts from measures ofexhausting, feverish musical episodes.Winning the place of other worlds, having no otherspaces open to you.Never following another, sticking to original melodies.
Lightening quick attitudes firing energy within deepest catacombs in darkened places of being.
Holding hands with past images as I careen down lanes of intense emotional prose, hoping one day to become who I really am without all the masks of humiliation and embarrassment from other people.
On the other side of goodness people creep around, tearing apart many lives with their evil ways.
Placing others in their danger zones and not caring to think about what they’re doing.
Rising tides, whipping my mind with different thoughts in life’s abject emptiness.
A fruitless endeavor, hoping for more time together, yet I try to get it to come about in unending prayers cried from my interior heart and being recited by my mind tonight.
Waking from a chilly night, lying in the tent, warmer now,
Getting up, sitting on our camp cot, looking out the zippereddoor at a panoramic view of mountains white with snow.Closer in, mountains brown with age, welcoming with theirtantalizing promises of a warmer day yet to come.Lying bluely before me, is Lake Pleasant in it’s rollingmajesty as wind blows itself across the top, causing ripplesof white…