Covering so many aspects of concentration, filling my mind with spacious pictures on photographic screens, finally appearing clearer, stronger, just like before.
Lost in a beautiful land of imagery, wonder tantalizing my innate curiosity as it climbs ever higher to explore and discover what is out there beyond the past experiences I’ve gone through in poetical essences.
Striving to encapture all the wonder and beauty now sitting quietly, responding to rhythmic, enticing melodies to write to.
Soundless fears try to awaken me, and I don’teven respond to their calls.Quietly, I sit in morose loneliness, alonewith my thoughts and insinuating myself intoabysses of yesterday.Never wanting to be met, retreating from thosewho want to be friends.Knowing only that I don’t want to be taken andabused ever again, by someone pretending to benice, then…
It is too complicated – strained – slight.The only way to a fuller life is through God,but human nature makes it hard to stay in touch.Pressures of everyday life seem to get into the way,causing turmoil every step of our everlasting way.Totally unprepared to live day to day,I have prepared for death – I know…
Depression and sadness cause us to sit on life’s sidelines andwe lose hope in everything.Prospective happiness is qualified by efforts we are able to putinto experiences and explorations we have made.Lifelong hassles are bittersweet, many times unenjoyable, but weall persist until the day, hour, minute that we expire.
All thoughts locked up ever so long, find their way out onto pages soeveryone may read them.Deep inside, each time releasing emotions which have always thoughtfully been denied or stuffed inside.The past which has held this captive for so long, is coming out in the form of poetry, pulling me along, helping me to grow.
Always being exchanged and never surpassed by anyone else’s life in many books of poetry.Listening thoroughly with an open heart, never believing that all of existent details will be expelled in poetical musings for a timeless period of usefulness.Unthinking thoughts, coagulating in volumes of musical compositions, interred in tomorrow’s essence.
