with love.
Beating melodies, keeping time like a metronome with
an aching heart.
Sanguinely eliciting images, taking by the hand,
words of beauty and truth to be sung into musical
poetry of one.
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Advertisements, billboards, signs big and small, telling us what lies behind closed doors.Cars, food, furniture, doodads and more – ours for the asking if we only shell out our money for what lies in stores of all shapes and sizes.Tantalizing reverberations reaching out to our heads, hearts and stomachs as we wend our way down…
Contentment sitting on faces of elderly chorus members,
Totaling measures of years, placing them in songs ofyesteryear.Fulfilling empty spaces of loneliness with momentary joy.
Never leaving the interior side of intellect, fixating on my mind, recalling everything I’ve ever done in life.
Sensing the wilderness floating just below the surface, giving me expressions no one else can fathom.Left to only one person to write as quickly as I can to rhythm’s benefit.
Life tangles us in mazes of energy, twirling us into blackest abysses with no exits to use.
Slowly walking around without a light to guide or lead, finding ways to begin anew each day.