Hanging onto a major portion of quiet stillness in a handful of prayer, contemplating where I will be going in the near future.
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Stepping staccatoly and steadily, giving me a tempo to set myself in
Cooperating with me totally, I enter domains of another world filledwith poetical muses touching the essence of my being, giving me thewords to speak my mind in total silence, yet letting everyone hearme through each and every poem taking over my mind and soul.Heart-felt beauty sending me to heavenly edges on my own.
Pictures sounding off in tempos of beauty, showing signs of life in many strokes of paint brushes.
Tossing aside all other manners of outside sources, and thoroughly listening to muses of distant lands, coming together and sporting the lines of a person in a painting made from innate talent.
Dusty trails being explored on ghostly nights of bereavement.
around.Noticing the predicament, sorting out what needs to beseparated in tones of rhythm.
Downtown high rises filled with mirrors, reflecting
out the day.Lies reflecting and reminding them of good deedsgone undone, heartache replacing peace in poor peoplethat they themselves have caused.Tenants of these skyscrapers have mistakenly misplacedbeing in mid-air with notions of their superiority andthink themselves gods above everyone else.Airs put on from their own minds have no truth orreality in this life, yet they…
Chewing on edges of my mind as I think
measured meters of music and rhyming.Tasting memories of past meals,together with family and friends.
Striated thoughts, stringing along,
Tantalizing beauty to exercise itself intomany emotions and feelings, lying open inpoems of honesty and truth.