Always keeping track all the time, as tempos rise and change over time.
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Sailing into storms of turmoil,
every episode that happens to getin my way during life.Sailing on, preserving my soul,keeping it safe within melodiesand rhythms of heaven.Taking spirituality with meforever in quiet silence.
Sensing my soul’s desire to hear and listen to interior music while I live in desperate depressions of sadness.
continually misunderstood and made fun of while being abused emotionally by another.Staring down the barrel of a gun, I see life falling away from me and I no longer care to save it.Lying down, never retracing steps, I continually travel in circles, hoping to end where I once had started.
Singular thoughts falling in line, catching my breath with rhythms slanting across the territory of my mind.
Collating sounds and matching them with heavenly scents of adjectives, forming interior motion and leading me towards an effervescent state of mind.
Languidly playing the piano in my brain, giving it free and limitless freedom to go towards horizons of tomorrow in fields of picturesque beauty.
Finding solace accompanying me throughout evenings of tantamount excitement and allowing no gaps to bridge faulty ideas.Penetrating every sense of being, bringing them all out to exercise and become a part of something bigger and better.Taking all sounds and spinning them into yarn, knitting masterpieces of prose.
Going back into memory banks, finding familiar tunes,
and times of learning.Musical melodies carefully tended in creative inneratmospheres filled with an appreciation of rhythms,falling into line.Causing intellect to transfer all words into poeticalmusic, giving many opportunities to use my poeticaltalent.
Scurrilous people think I’m an easy mark, that they can control me in some way.
Being my own person, free, independent, smart, walking away to take my lonesome journey without anyone forcing themselves upon me.