Forcing me into the limelight as senses come alive and take journeys with my mind.
Such elastic limits, opening up other dimensions – the eighth dimension of another side of life.
Existing only for the time of writing, sololy walking away, yet never leaving rhythm altogether on sidewalks to eternity.
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Turning around, spinning rhythms into spaces
Keeping in touch with beats, sending everyoneinto depths of melodies as they skirt edges oflife’s precious moments.Talking through lyrics being written through thenight.
Created designs reflect themselves into my imagination.
screens of other dimensions.Believing they’ll eventually become a part of eternity’sphase in life on earth.
Puzzling episodes of life jar my mind,
Having hope and praying are sometimes the onlythoughts that keep me going when I read aboutthem in my poetry.
Coming together in melodies of many songs, hitting notes together, as we figure the rhythm’s of our lives in escapades and journeys, and following our hearts.
Living on circumferences of our time, never looking back, only inward towards our interior lives.Dwelling on the horizon of our final sunset, never trying to think of our dwindling time on earth together.Our arms entwining, holding hands and eyes through all the weathering storms, keeping us from participating in the circles of our times together.Lonely…
Everywhere I look – everywhere I see – Mom is looking back at me.
There is no more reason for my being or doing anything.I am my only reason now. It’s lonely. I feel abandoned.Even family can’t fill this emptiness.Will it ever end? Will the pain and sorrow always be this acute?The knowing of her death sears my brain.It awakens me all hours of the night.For no reason I…