Painting murals along the way with written words, bringing to mind all the moments of pleasure mixed with sadness, loneliness, abandonment and noticeable joy of serenity.
Across the years, finding measures of happiness coinciding with whatever life happens to give me.
Standing back, looking in, being given a reprieve as life exists for my talent alone.
Only following paths least lit or traveled,finding my way through the tangled jungle ofyesterday.Cutting my way through the vegetation of everyday strife, I land on all fours.
Sifting through sands that churn and tumble upon the sand of my beyond.No one can come close, I keep them from me by writing and writing while listening to classical music and hiding deep within the caverns and canyons of my subconscious mind.Loving everyone from a distance, I continue to write and create myself with…
Selfishly holding onto every aspect seen, wanting to keep it to self for all time.Yet, knowing even as I write, that all who read this will know where I am and will be able to see my little corner of heaven right here inside this and many other poems.
Soluble solutions, liquefying definitions, blurring fine lines to create new ideas in middles of explanations.Assuming figures are going to be perpendicular or rectangular, sending coded messages through visions of fixated images, calling out to be included in every aspect of writing poetry.
Steadily padding along, looking from side to side, and not finding any reason for it to be happening in the United States Of America.
Heart heavy in blackened clouds above them.
