Cascading along, traveling in many directions, according to whims of fate.
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A quiet place which is all my own, is real, not just inside of me.
Trees growing with water all around and no sound at all except my penwriting it all down in this poem.
Rocking to the beat of inner satisfaction,
heralding a new era in expansive auras of the brain.Enlivening every iota of beauty seen and written,devoting heart-felt desires with extraordinary thought.Exercising brain waves with rhythmic beats set in motion.Trying to always figure out what faction is disturbingpeaceful recognition and placing mysterious imaginingsinto places of unknown existence.Allowing for existential periods of life to come intotheir…
Trotting down trails, a cowboy yodeling to his cattle.
Calls of the wild herd, looking askance at the reactions of every steer, glancing at one another in utter amazement of what is being sung to round them up.
Lined spaces lasting through eternity,
Violin-like, a piano sounds in the distance,calling, touching, an inner soul of talent.Urging gifts of a lifetime to come out andexplore their full potential.Exhausting all possibilities on every leveland dimension, taking great care to be litheand agile in every undertaking.Filling inner emptiness with the talent ofcreative beauty, expressing it on globalscales, reaching hearts of many.Visualizing…
Lively, avid, entertaining, a band – a trio – named Sunland Combo, playing for hearts of elderly as they sit and forget reality for a time.
Memories of better times float in the atmosphere, reminding everyone of happiness they once shared as family.
Interior sight is watching as I awaken to a new day in life.
by awesome blooms of ocotillos.Generating a succession of thoughts, filled with orangevibrations, sensing beauty from without.Stretching out their long sticky arms, letting the sun reachall of their parts, filling them with plenty of vitamin D.Not sure if it benefits them or not, just imagining that itmight.