Prejudice sits idly by, dusty with age, forgotten by most as part of an ugly past.
Thankfully we meet and talk, not noticing colors of people’s skin, just the beautiful colors they are within.
Loving others for who they are becoming while talking to us.
We unknowingly help each other every time we meet to become the person we see before us.
Our love can inspire, as our souls touch one another.
Splashing around in it’s depths, washing away the cultivated dirt of human beings and taking aspirations beautifully into heaven’s gardens.Keeping pace with imagination and it’s creative dreams, coming into their own on desert plains of poetical musing.
space to move around in.Wide open expanses – just like my internal desert is.Blowing many formulas into the equation, so it mayeventually look exactly as I’ve dreamed.
Now reality striking, directly showingthat it will never be, because it hasbeen taken forever from me.Standing on a past horizon, lookingforward does no good.It only creates more painful memoriesto continue in my head.Focusing on the yesterday’s that I canlive no more, saddens and disheartensmy soul.Walking away, feeling sorrow, fallingto my knees, awaiting the forgivenessof God…
aging rules.Forgiving, forgetting, learning, finding answers ofyesterday don’t apply mathematically on today’sshores of life.What can one do about it?Just create new formulas and exist anew,mathematically on a final special tour of existence.
scraping particles into everything I write.Listening quaintly to priceless thoughts,lingering from youth.
yet don’t amount to anything inthe circuits of conversations.
