Solemnly standing erect, passing by
all other cacti, sitting back and
admiring them.
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I don’t want to become like all the rest, I want to be somebody special in your life.
To be able to do such simple and ordinary things and in the simplicity of it all to find a meaning for our lives.
Sliding open, doors to heaven reveal the beauty held within.
Minds go walking – flying – onto paths that lead to heaven,taking with them, joys of thanksgiving.Angels fluttering forth to stretch their wings – their halostouching everything.Soaring up and down, feeling freedom which has no bounds.All over the skies, angels go, leaving their imprints uponthe clouds.Beauty untold has unfolded from the heavens, bringing alsothe love…
Stepping staccatoly and steadily, giving me a tempo to set myself in
Cooperating with me totally, I enter domains of another world filledwith poetical muses touching the essence of my being, giving me thewords to speak my mind in total silence, yet letting everyone hearme through each and every poem taking over my mind and soul.Heart-felt beauty sending me to heavenly edges on my own.
Writing poetry, sitting on a little wall at Brophy, my mind keeps getting interrupted by sounds of falling leaves.
Stopping and taking a look up, I watch for a while and then finally see the cause of such commotion.Sitting upon the roof, some pigeons are gathered there.By sounds I hear of sweeping, it appears they are doing some spring cleaning.Apparently using two feet – one of them is pushing dead leaves off the roof,…
Mountains stretching across my vision, pulling my mind in many directions while writing.
So soft, ragged, prickly, satin-like, they arrange themselvesin patterns with my senses.Quality images that no one else can see or feel, just gettingan idea of what my mind can do.