tempos being played tonight.
Keeping up, not letting down barriers so I can
write without thinking of anything.
Just letting the waterfall in my intellect keep
flowing, taking all thoughts and attaching
meanings in poems.
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Standing, overlooking the world in a haze of lifetime ordeals,
become tangible to my mind.Often times beleaguering tireless moments as I walk down slippery slopes and disappear into the night.
Planting and sowing through my writing, touching people’s hearts and souls with feelings usually kept hidden away.
Gathering memories into many bouquets, presenting them to interior screens of remembrance.
Racing down avenues of silent stillness, pacing myself in case I may miss something.
Pushing myself into a room without any effort, moving around in circular spaces, going through all the motions of being alive.
Indentations across my mind are constantly being filled with questions where solutions need to be found in particles outside the atom.
Lifting imagination into denizens of heavenly scents, filling it with all types of invigorating rhythms to live with.
Running away, scared, afraid of trusting
Settling on edges of life’s besieged presence,acknowledging facts of silent retributionsalong the way.Always starting days with songs of belief andwanting desires, never going beyond that,never letting myself be known.Falling away and out of circumferences intoabysses of darkened mystery.Afraid to trust or love again, because ofalways being hurt in any attempted friendship.Leaving myself alone on steps…
Thinking, deeply in contemplation, on shores of life
with learning, searching, imagination.A freedom of certain discernment, an elation of purityfrom my soul and interior life.Standing on edges, looking in, finding new and excitingdesert plains arising.Thought taking me on voyages throughout patterns, mazes, mosaics, allowing everything to be rearranged to suit myfancy and to be written down in poems on pages of eternity.