Benefiting my soul with indefinite perceptions
of ability, facing reality with an astounding
acuity of bereavement, standing in imagination.
Winding down through the moments, holding
everything closely to my heart and soul.
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Reflection soothes my soul as I sit here waiting and looking out at the beautiful mountains in Sunnyslope, it’s only saving grace in town.
Softened eyes, looking lovingly at the majestic beauty nature has provided for me to actually see and appreciate.
Signatures of yesterday sign themselves into my brain, causing remembrances of times well-spent through the years.
Omens of what will one day be expressed in poetical forms for eternity.
Listening to inner measures of time, portraying the years I have lived.
Selectively touching heart-strings, pacifying inner turmoil left from yesterday’s years of abuse.Whistling down darkened aisles, hoping to keep away frightening images, trying to attack me again.Pushing away memories, allowing me to shake off and revive in a sandstorm of strife.Painfully aware of pivoting into pools of suicide.
Alive with knowing tenderness of sorrow, playing a tune of death, tomorrow.
Booking between long times through knowledge, fallen from shelves of ageless neglect.Begotten totally from future pasts, titled into books bound by human tears.Forever yearning for riches of kings, being content with little or nothing instead.Reading words into minds which never think beyond what lies ahead in the next few hours.Solidly ticking away all of nature’s…
Calmly analyzing every note pertaining to existence, giving each it’s due in solemn chances of perdition.
Filtering existential purposes, sending perfect sense into emotional pools of lively conversation.
Tall, beautifully landscaped buildings standing, looking over the city of Tempe.
Silly moving reflections – new with each passing car.In front of the building, sitting with head bent over, leaning on uplifted knees, trying to sleep.Homeless, down on his luck, dreaming dreams of depravation and loneliness, no food in his stomach.Behind him is a beautiful building, Chase Bank, filled with money, none to share.Vision of the…