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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Lying in a wakeful dream, wondering how it feels to be myself in this twisted darkness of fate.
Lying here in a wakeful dream, mind thinking of many options open to me, wondering how life is going to feel in the future of my destiny.
Seething inside, afraid to speak for I may hurt someone’s feelings
Anger stretching tightly across my mind, pulling me in directions Idon’t want to go.Taciturnly listening to echoes of irate symbols, trying to keep peaceat my side so I won’t fall into an emotional trap, singeing my soul, because I don’t want to.
Sitting on a boulder, looking down the mountain at Phoenix, thinking about it’s people.
Tucked safely and securely in their homes, reading and listening to others tell them news and weather.Why don’t they rely on themselves for a change?Is it so hard to step outside and feel the weather for themselves?People are becoming too lazy – too dependent anymore.Where is self-reliance, fortitude and peace found nowadays? Outside ourselves?Enter the…
Shattering peaceful environments with loud playing elastic music, pouring quickly into my mind, making it difficult to keep up writing with it’s expressive pace, set in melodies of exacting pleasure.
Telling stories with lyrics, timing everything precisely and creating images constantly without any breaks in concentration.
Blue glass forming pictures of reality, seen clearly detailed in
Taunting puzzles enter perfect reflections, expecting answerswhich are not easily given.Life becomes too real if thought about – too scary to talk aboutout loud.Quietly it is written down in whispers for only the brave ofheart to venture into.Realms of thought left standing around become transparent and theblue glass of reality frames each particle into life’s…
Realizing life is nearing it’s end, being racked with pain, not wanting to let me go.
Precious to those who love me and want selfishly to keep me here with them, alive.