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Losing ground on earth, fighting a lost battle, never attaining fulfillment from any endeavor brought forth.
escape it’s meddlesome heated fire, burning all desireto live another day on this fragmented piece of earthlylife, everyone else calls living.
Compiling messages from past encounters, collecting them carefully, arranging each one in exacting order, according to emotions formed within my heart.
Keeping close, huddling together in fields of remorse, filled with oceans of tears, centered within my soul while on earth’s shores.
Strumming guitars, beating drums, words being sung in splendid perfect pitch, taking me into tunnels of youth where innate talent took hold and grew into adulthood.
Taking directions from no one, only placing myself in hands of God, being surrounded by many onlookers through life’s glasses.Involved in creating the masterpieces of compositions, relying on rhythms to take me into corners never before illuminated until now.
Walking with a swagger,
confident of their space in life,caring for others, andfulfilling their purposes.
Likelihood of being stipulated, encases me in a spiral of illusion, taking me to depths never shown before in my mind.
Touching emptily, the sadness of a lifetime with feelings of remorse, bringing beauty into the crystal tears of grief.Tasting the bittersweet joy of love and desire as it is drained slowly from without in hands of people envious of what talent I have.Staring vacantly inward, I respond by writing of it’s painful loneliness in space.