Being able to deal with it’s feelings expressly in words written to expose all hidden aspects of whatever happens to be stepping out into the light of day – finally.
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Steeping deeply in concentrated thought,
life’s chagrin.Solace being blessed just because it isinherent to an interior listening voice,rehearsed to the nth degree in love.
Seesawing on a rhythm, getting higher in sensational words of poetry.
Floating on the ocean, heading out to sea with no worries holding onto me.A rush of freedom, sending me into depths of extra-sensory perception with a total knowledge at my disposal, through musical intonation.
Spirals of thought reaching upwards, wanting to be touched by images comfortably entrenched in my mind.
Allowing a vast area of my brain to enter another dimension and begin describing it in details, unknown to anyone else.Reaching further into inner space, feeling it’s embrace as I tenderly pick words from a garden of beauty and stamina, creating many more poems to keep me going on pathways of invisible portrayals of novel…
Extracting life forces from nature early in the morning to begin another day.
Wonder, awe, curiosity, filling overflowingly my soul, letting it acknowledge itself and peacefully grow within.
Gliding along freeways of imagination, watching everything pass by, searching for the right words and images.
Forever reflecting, casting back and turning inside out, continuing constantly to write out thought for anyone to see.Even the blind may see sounds of meter and rhyme without handicap.