Succumbing totally into an interior quiet where fortunate ideas are brought to bear in poems of monumental significance.
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Wondering how life can be so full of peace
How do the two compliment each other whiletearing apart people in human nature?Thinking all the time, behaving as ifnothing is wrong, yet knowing within, thatit is and I can’t hold on to it much longer.Living inside the poetry of interior lifeand subconsciousness, letting it throw meabout on tidal waves in the storms of life.
Signatures of yesterday sign themselves into my brain, causing remembrances of times well-spent through the years.
Omens of what will one day be expressed in poetical forms for eternity.
Mountains higher than a man can dream, bigger than his ingenuity.
How serene the countryside must look from up so high – with hardly a person seen walking with the naked eye.Green and rolling, those little fields of clover; smoke escaping chimneys, curling around the sky.Good thing we can’t see what’s below the view when escaping the world and all it’s fears and troubles.Climbing gets rid…
Following self down paths of insincerity, hoping to find an anchor of love along the way.
Even a friend will abuse and hurt you deeply, leaving you forever dead within.Nothing standing in the way any longer, a hold of life is no longer possible as I let go and float away into the wild blue yonder of my soul.
Heaviness of sorrow penetrates my being on a distant plain above earth’s reality.
Elated to the core of my interior soul, being taken on a journey of tantamount importance.