Poetry calls everything briefly into itself, falling in line with what I write.
Tears and sorrow inevitably come from between each line without being realized until they cascade down waterfalls of truth and honesty in life’s environment.
Made beautiful by meanings set in frames of poetical music and art.
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Triangular squares taking shape, forming in my mind.
memory’s unconscious paths of rightful thinking.Contrary to pillars of strength, all eyes fall instead,upon the weakest, least of all, manner of being.Waving red and silent beacons to passers-by, steeringthem away, never letting anything close enough to matter.Piloting music down strains of unfamiliar tunes, catchingetudes at triangular moments in time, while maintainingthe single square rootedness of…
Revolving through life, watching how people feel as
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Watching from sidelines of another dimension, precisely calculating every moment filtering thought as imagination flows ever onward, carrying itself in gift boxes meant for others in life.
Surviving all facets of desire as life folds itself and hides away in corners, daring others to confront it.
Distinct measures adding up in layers of beats, strumming through my mind.
Trusting in innate talent to give me an edge in trials of life, writing and painting into musical compositions, allowing me to express myself in original forms and masterpieces.Flouncing in tune with rhythms, coordinating all with my mind.
Sauntering into periods of loneliness,
they pull me into saddened corners of grief.Everlasting lapses, sending endings of life,exercising lament often throughout each day.Leaving behind all feelings kept in emotionaltirades, seeking entries into peacefulsurroundings some day.