taking all of happiness away and putting it in a place of safety.
Trying not to listen, yet it hits my ears and I can’t escape its wrath, soaking me in hopelessness endlessly.
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Whiling away an evening in senior years, allowing the past to enter with it’s images of family and heart-felt emotional ties.
Playing fields of extrasensory perceptions while dealing in reality through imagination and it’s fertile grounds.Tearing away the erosion caused by continuous landslides of emotion.Bringing me always to conclusions of ending days where I will finally be in an element of death’s desire.
Building statues,
playing music, writing poetry,all in my imagination as it continuallybecomes reality in moments of life’s time.
There’s a melody singing it’s life for you, settling notes into sleepy etudes so everyone can close their eyes and begin to dream in slumber tonight.
Touching down on keys of soft beauty, manufacturing a bevy of songs for all to hear and enjoy as they are gently rocked and swayed to sleep by a lovely lullaby.Soothing hearts battered from daylight hours of working too hard.
Oceans overflowing with tears of life, flowing out into the wide expanse of heaven, where they are gently noted and recorded in volumes of suffering while on earth’s shores.
No where else to go, treading water, hoping to stay afloat in this endless world of trials.Piecing together, all the puzzles of the universe, while crying over even just one lost piece in denizens of ocean’s depths.
Talking with the pool players, laughing, smiling,
Inside, I have already died, left without a wordand no one can even tell the difference.Only a shell is present, no feelings felt, nointerest in anything about.
Musicians are quiet, gentle souls,
etudes and an eternity of melodies.Touching others with their love ofmusic through example.