Folding remarks made in haste, stashing them in caverns, away from my mind so I may not think of the hurt associated with them.
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Crossing thresholds of heaven, not wanting to come back to earth.
Needing to cross over more often, I pray that soon I’ll have served my purpose on earth and can then go home.
Time wears on, never showing it’s age, except in wrinkles
Where are times of special quality hiding? We seem to havemisplaced them along with hopes and dreams once known.Seeking treasures of youth in cobwebbed corners of pastmemories cannot bring the relief we need from old age and forgetfulness.Life has somehow progressed while we weren’t looking, andnow we find only sadness from uncollected yearnings.Empty bags lying…
Liquefying thoughts, flowing downhill like waterfalls in the mountains.
Living an existence in hollow emotion, deciding every moment spontaneously, never leaving chances to become what I must before my dying day.Lacking any trust, drifting along semi-peacefully on any given day, attempting to fulfill my destiny however fate will allow me to.
Shattered glass, cracked and ugly, showing a world of intense pain.
Tightly woven particles of hatred scattered and lying about, thrown at the innocence of reluctant timidness.Hiding, frightened, no longer bound by someone else’s heart.Tossed overboard – swallowed by natural instinct of predatory women, eating away at decent, wholesome men.Taking their lives and discarding them like yesterday’s garbage.
Finding a place in life, wanting to stand alone and fill a space in time with a proper stance of fashionable poetry.
Taking time to be in a creative process, whiling away moments in special waves of subconsciousness, setting things straight as life gets written on every page as it appears exactly as it is inspired on interior screens within.It’s length depends upon just what is going to be said and how it is to be developed…
Rotating on an axis is always holding me in circumferences of poetry.
Writing down every thought as it fills me with emotion and daydreams of all the yesterdays I have lived through and all the ones still standing, waiting for me in the future of my destiny.Brightly lighting the way as I gather myself in volumes of poems, telling of a life I have lived til today.