Ahead, Phoenix beckons with distraught disguises, hidden in smog –
filled with rages and brutality.
All ingredients of a corrupt city on the edge of extinction.
Soon will be gone our easy, laid-back, western environment,
if left in the hands of Phoenix government and City Council.
How do they feel, I wonder, knowing they’ve ruined our once beautiful natural desert capital of Arizona.
beauty I see and hear inside.Frolicking away, serenely happy and peaceful, lifehas a way of clinging to music, taking uglinessaway for the time being.Solemnly partaking of a minute piece of every dailymelody, carrying tunes in pockets of memory, alwaysholding on to them, even in days of sorrow.
Immersed in blue memories, all of life stands up before the final question has been asked.Sitting, cross-legged, in blue jeans, we find there are no answers to be given.
Inhaling nature, feeling it’s explosive desires filling me with an essence of my creativeness through an intense imagination.Well-being coming forward, taking me on a path of enlightenment towards destiny.Fulfilling fate, enjoying my purpose in life, taking a ride through clouds of reality, touching them with ideas of intellect.Concluding an energy of intense sadness and suffering.
and turning brown – dying on their stems.Much the way I feel within as I try dailyto get better.
following themselves insaddened depressions ofexistence.
