Collecting every intuitive thought, gathering it in at the seams, just to let off steam.
Yet, the anger is still fuming inside, taking me down trails I’d prefer never to stroll.
Would rather be writing about something peaceful, instead here is a poem of angry distaste.
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Boulders of Watson Lake sit in mind pictures from days gone by, when we used to camp there.
Loving to roam around in imagination’s subconscious realms, I enjoy myself, relaxing in the past.
Fascinating, magical, beautiful pictures appearing on screens,
Filtering an existence created from musical abysses,seeing the extensive process that allows me to keep on writingconstantly without stopping to think.Relaying many messages to my brain, decoding them instantly andplacing them quickly into poems.
Patterns of extreme decoration fall upon my sight as I sit in a book, writing away my heart in deference to an unwielding manner of sophistication.
Secluded from an entire lifetime, sequestered in folds of yesterday’s misery and faulty thinking.Solitary openings into nether worlds even shut themselves before I can enter, trying to escape this inferno of undeniable hell on earth.Losing all identity, forgetting who I am as I pass into nothingness and am disapprovingly gone.
Medals of honor placed upon the soul of a loved one.
Sanctioning destruction of life-long dreams, all of innocence is trampled on and killed.Whatever is left lying is scraped into piles and burned like garbage in back streets.Smokey tears, falling down soot-filled faces, tracing their way down long, lonely years of reluctance.Now settling back, no more desire to take what life has to offer, wishing instead…
Watching life form around people, beckoning them
Calmly searching for meaning in every aspect ofspiritual recognition.Caring about important, inane, feelings of justification.
Tucked neatly and safely into a corner of inner space,
of thought and wakeful ideas.Fried to a cinder inside, so fragile, unable to be touchedor held, afraid I will disintegrate into nothingness.Held by no earthly or personal boundaries, I travel and bumpinto limits set by narrow-minded people, causing me to recoilfrom their cold, calculating touch.Preferring warmth of limitless horizons at my fingertips,allowing inner knowledge, wisdom…