Caressing my soul with evening mists, dancing about
lifetimes of remembrance, fulfilling sorrow’s
emptiness.
Arms of reluctance, tearing apart this soul from
it’s space, hurling it into atmospheres of yesterday.
Staying away from people, finding solace alone on a
separate horizon.
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Emotions flowing into the ocean, turning tides into waterfalls
importance.Suggestions abound from newly thought instances, looking forpeaceful moments to come into my life.Assuaging my soul as I cry into the night without any comfort.
Soliciting help from beyond edges of life,
not wanting to lose myself ever again.Looking between the folds of every note and beat,examining them all for explicit directions to begin again.Feeling like a nothing, a person of no worth, walking in thesolitary abandonment of life, no one offering a helping heartor hand.Stilling my mind with uncomplacent mystery hiding within me.Turning away from the…
Falling deeper into a contemplative stance, enjoying the prayerful quiet and solitude.
Collectively touching my senses and putting them back in the mix where they belong.Textures refining my brain, grasping it’s cells and retraining them with many episodes of enlightenment.Using what wisdom I have left, taking the time to readjust synapses by thought, taking me hopefully back to myself and what I have always known through my…
Marbles rolling around in my mind,
Playing my mind like a pin ball machine,with no regard to a sorrowful heart.Joyfully recalling good times when younger,catching on barbs of remembering, causingtears to flow as a memorial of love, lostlong ago in death’s embrace.Marring the view and disturbing the imageinto a blur of feeling – a heavy hearttrying to stand alone.
Reflections being shed in darkness, losing the luster of illumination from daylight suffusion.
Saturating themes with the same old techniques, while losing a lot of creative juices, because they aren’t poured onto screens of photographic memories and put on display for only one to see.Until, that is, the whole experience is set on paper, words filling everyone’s sight with the visions hidden behind them.Solid omens, stationary, keeping the…