Anger stretching tightly across my mind, pulling me in directions I
don’t want to go.
Taciturnly listening to echoes of irate symbols, trying to keep peace
at my side so I won’t fall into an emotional trap, singeing my soul, because I don’t want to.
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Seconds pass by in rapid succession,
Bringing us closer to edges of tomorrow’s horizon.Waiting patiently for answers from time immemorial,we sit in tatters.Hoping for some semblance of reality to filter intoour dream-like visions.
Empty banquets, unfulfilled,
can’t afford it’s high-priced food.Living alone, on streets of Phoenix,finding change on the ground once ina while.Empty stomachs, minds full of thought,none of it for prospering fate – justempty-headed ideas going nowhere, forthere is no money to change outcomesof daily life.
Mirrors of my soul reflecting itself into heaven’s clouds of hope.
Splashing around in it’s depths, washing away the cultivated dirt of human beings and taking aspirations beautifully into heaven’s gardens.Keeping pace with imagination and it’s creative dreams, coming into their own on desert plains of poetical musing.
Listlessly portraying life in words of poetry, sanguinely listening to their promises as I wait in expectant hopes for classical compositions, touching nerve endings of imagination.
Following examples, taking moments to expand an idea, filling it with emotional tides and taking it for literate rides into nights of wisdom.
Rotating on an axis is always holding me in circumferences of poetry.
Writing down every thought as it fills me with emotion and daydreams of all the yesterdays I have lived through and all the ones still standing, waiting for me in the future of my destiny.Brightly lighting the way as I gather myself in volumes of poems, telling of a life I have lived til today.