Never too busy to be there for close friends, needing to have someone just living in a part of life.
Taking journeys through portals of everyday exercises of genuine relationships, taking them to higher stations, heading to gates of heaven, never looking back just forward.
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Writing explicitly in the darkness of yesterday’s caverns.
Socializing with all new friends, remembering the past as the familiarity closes in upon me, taking me aback, filling blue eyes with bluened crystals of remembrance.
Satin looks exchanging many emotions,
rearranges facets heretofore unknown.Collapsing ancient ideas, leaving them onsidewalks after the sun goes down in disarray.
Divulging mysteries unknowingly through written poetry, doing everything my way, regretting nothing being written throughout the years of my life.
Giving all talent and gifts to the universe without reserve, but always doing it my way, never letting anyone have a say with my words of poetry.
Thanksgiving is almost upon us, just two days away from fruition and plentiful cornucopias of delicious food and prayer.
Sitting at tables filled with home-cooked goodies waiting to be gotten into, filled with elation as we talk and visit, watching our children take root in family tradition, one day to carry on when we are no longer here with them.(10: 54 a.m. – 11/21/07)
Youth wasted on spent elderly people, sitting in seats
with forked tongues.How pitiful and useless they are in their imaginedseats of importance.
Watching nature calm my soul with a peaceful serenity, gently rocking me into a contemplation of inner thoughts and prayers.
Trailing all ideas, watching them develop into photographic memories, becoming particles of my being as I enfold them into picturesque landscapes for an eternity.Lifetimes can never persist in keeping quiet about decisions in circumstances that turns another page in my history.