Recognizing facts, centering upon a
circumference of one, hoping it will come
about and enter a time of seclusion so I
can meditate and find a peaceful type of
contemplation.
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Walking toward death’s insistence, unafraid, no doubts that God is leading me to Him.
Nothing standing in my way as I travel ahead, straight through my final sunset in all it’s wonderful splendor.Never being chastised again for having intelligence, aptitude and artistic bouquets of music, art and writing.
Tantalizing inner spirits, creating a playground of intensive freedom, allowing them free rein in pools of thought, awaiting intellect to join in, bringing a special tone to all that enters my mind with musical fractions.
Leveling attitudes, adjusting their volumes so I can continue to hear all that transpires within my imagination and intellect.
Sleeping in trends of fantastic dreams, touching my
written words and literature.Locating words and definitions of unsolicited meanings, traipsing through valleys of undisclosed death, neverin a hurry to get through them, wanting to seeeverything displayed in a memory of sense and beauty.
All energy consumed yesterday has been spent in idle wistfulness,
Off to outer limits, away from ordinary endeavors, we accept each dayas it comes, wishing afterwards that we had had it longer or could’ve done more with it.Wishful thinking takes up an inordinate amount of time, yet we continue expending our energy doing it.
Explanations aren’t enough as we travel through life
We are hard pressed for answers that escape our mindsin environments of nature.Silently, we think of our plights; walking along wefind theories that just are never proven, yet fillbooks with their unknown knowledge.Sitting on sidelines of earth, scattered ideas attemptto match wits with true wisdom – always failing in theend, because truth wins at last.
Flowing sadness, touching my soul with many tears,
No where to disperse any of it, holding it as longas I can – until I can’t hold it any longer.Letting it surge and fly into thoughts, travelinghigher – no longer staying quiet.Speaking silently, softly, into words, appearingquickly onto paper.Poetry forming – being translated through time.