Justifying every nuance, each note of perfection, as rhythm arranges itself in my intellect on the way to writing each poem.
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Lifeless, hanging in mid-air, no where to go or fall, on this space of earth.
Two sons work, but they do the best they can to help me when they’re able to.Relatives abound, yet I take care of myself, even my husband, who has early onset dementia, needs my care.Yes, all in all, I’m alone inside with no where to go for help, so I try to help myself the…
Crossing roads and thruways in my mind, finding elaborate trails into denizens of mountainous caves, creating hidden pockets of an essence not able to be held onto or limited in any way on earth.
Deciding it’s destiny and fate for tomorrow’s generations.
Running faster than my being, a mind of ingenuity and intellect,
Expressing and stretching them to sites of heaven and beyond.Signaling the beginnings of another century of writing with nopurpose until now.Venturing into the world, allowing others to receive impressionsthat I have written down through the years.Openly, honest and truthful, I expect nothing less in return.
Stretching toward outer limits, carrying every voice of yesterday’s images quietly in my mind.
Playing across dimensions with fibers of beings as they watch from sidelines of eternal sorrow.
Taking steps into a nether world of emanating music.
Setting down times and motion into discreet rhythms of freedom.Totaling existence as it rotates in diagonal experiences on vertical plains.
Life seems so long and tiring until death comes knocking, knocking
It always seemed to be so far away before,I used to get angry and say, ‘I wish I were dead!But then they were only words, spoken to slash out and hurt theperson who angered me.Now suddenly it’s a reality – there are no more words.Death has come to get me, to take this long and…