So as to confuse forms and shapes of words as they are written out in codes. Mysteriously unconcerned with any facet of living, and falling continually over edges of knowledge.
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tones of words put together to make sense.Beautiful definitions set out in lace, takingopportunities to make life more exacting,precise, artful and keen.Sensing feelings just below the surface ofconsciousness, attaching meaning to innerworkings of intellect.Circling forever, tender emotions, bringingthem into corrals of being.
Taking in stride, errors of life as they adjust and tune outwardly, listening to music being composed within poetry as it is written.
Allowing them to voice themselves in words, arranging everything to suit inner rhythms seldom if ever heard by anyone else.Silencing parts of speech, putting them wherever I want to, singing mutely in my mind as they are situated indefinitely on pages of future books.
Possessing absolute power of regeneration,
Unfurling haggard flags of past retribution, knowingtheir uselessness and sorrow having felt it myself inempty corridors of progressing life.There are no paths, no roads, paved with answers oflife, we wend our ways blindly from birth to deathwithout a clue of where we’re going or where we mightend up.
Blinded by another’s words, taken aback, afraid to proceed into another realm where I’m unknown.
Silently, walking away, immersing myself in writing, music and art, taking advantage of my imagination and intellect.Going beyond boundaries just to keep me within them.
Being in darkened shadows for many days and weeks, no sunlight emanating from within.
It wasn’t in me to keep on going, yet, with plentiful prayers all over the world, slowly I got better and rose from the stupor of narcotics, from surgery.Finally seeing a little pinpoint of life down the long tunnel of darkness, leading me to life again with you, my love.A temporary reprieve from death for…