Lasting sounds reverberate constantly and consistently in life.
Never looking through the myriad ideas, just taking them all and flavoring them with a style of my own.
Shooting for stars, falling into my eyes, giving beautiful thoughts to shine whenever I write poetry.
Likenesses abounding, folding in upon synapses, in moments of intense joy.
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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…
Staring into future reflections, seeing generations of family standing on shores of life beyond us.
Being human, grieving totally inside, our hearts are emptied as we continue our daily lives alone in thought.Uncle Nunzio, once again with his family, happy to be together, now enjoying his after-life existence without us.Missing him very much, he was my closest uncle through the years, because he was like an older brother to me.When…
Watching waves fall and crash on beaches of sand, time and again announcing the rhythm of loneliness as it continues to happen without our participation or desire.
Believing in whatever is washed upon the shore, taking in, innocently, while holding shells, whispers of grief sensing our feelings as they’re placed in front of us, without regard to emotional turmoil.
Centering in times, elapsing,
creating new recipes to put into writing poetry.Mixing abstractions with cognitive abilities,just to see what will appear on many pages.Seeing the exhausting visions protruding fromevery nook and crevice of my mind.Expanding, illuminating everything, all imagesare jumping in the light, wanting to be seen indaylight hours.Not wanting to hide anymore, giving their all –feelings and emotions…
Legends of tomorrow fall back on past endeavors,
Situated in spheres of placid mourning, lying down,refusing to become involved in today’s agenda,written by those who know nothing of me or what Ienjoy in life.