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Waiting for an event to begin,
into adjacent aisles of creativeness,filling pockets of emptiness withsufficient tears of sorrow.Acknowledging stanzas in melodies ofextrasensory perceptions,while rhythm takes over and processesequal portions of mathematical formulas.
Life unendingly tormenting it’s bearer.
Traveling roads, twists and turns, headinginto violent emotional and stressful storms;afraid of lasting benefits shaping our characters.Thorough to a fault, misspending our youthfulideals, forgetfully lapsing when old, into narrowtunnels of vision.Finding when too late, searching that has beendone is incomplete and can never fully averanything of value.Backing down slowly, retracing steps of old,now focusing on…
In my mind, throwing rocks into a clear blue crystal pond,
brown bottom of mud.Fish swimming through the liquid beauty, rainbowly reflectingthe world in their fishly scales.Interiorly becoming calmer with the throwing of each stone,life eases itself slowly into contemplative mirrors, likea prayer into the depths of heaven.
Falling into depths of oceans,
Giving in to the senseless opportunities of incandescent thought, centering continually in margins of life.
Antiquity of life exists in memories of the past,
of a point as we remember with tear-felt murmuringsthe sadness at we have lost through the years ofour lives.