Making a picture in mind then framing it
with golden words and beautiful colors.
Tasting the flavors of portraits,
standing along the hallways of my mind.
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Abruptly brushing away tears of frustration as they fall uninterruptedly from my soul.
Knowing healing is taking place in it’s own time, wishing it would speed up a little more so I can feel like I’m moving upward and away from what I’ve been through.Tears of frustration continue to fall, irregardless of how or what I feel or think right now.
Raining into hearts of sorrow, tears flow upwards and
Grief takes and hides our sight from us when someoneclose to us dies.Our hearts become sensitized beyond control, asfeelings ebb and flow over us for what seems to be an eternity.
Marching to another drummer heard in the distance,
Saturating synapses with fluid vocabulary,insinuating everything into neurons, allowing freeflowing words to participate in thoughts and mind-allowing peaceful serenity in adjustments of life.As it folds in and of itself in rhythmic patterns,setting designs and motifs into areas of mazesand puzzles of definement.Deriving principles from inner morals, balancingethics while trying to walk the straight and narrowwithout…
Racing through time, collecting artifacts of yesterday’s dreams, savoring feelings, remembering brings.
shards of memories into bouquets, cutting the mind withan intensity felt through crying.Lasting forever in a hazy atmosphere, groping for an infinitesimal place in time today, setting the stagefor yesterday’s rehearsal.
Seconds pass by in rapid succession,
Bringing us closer to edges of tomorrow’s horizon.Waiting patiently for answers from time immemorial,we sit in tatters.Hoping for some semblance of reality to filter intoour dream-like visions.