Instead, I continually hide myself beneath many coverlets of
rainbow verse, afraid to come out and be myself.
For I know I will be chastised and ignored for who I am in this
world of unfairness and blindness towards a gifted person of
God’s.
Intently focusing on inner thoughts coming to me so I may write
them out.
Yet, no one understands who I am or must be through this life.
With no understanding or acknowledgement for who I have become
in God’s own eyes.
all things past.Never settling for anything in this world, wanting to beand do the best I can.Traveling around in places of profound interest, nodoubts in place to ruin the peace I feel.Interiorly assisting factions of spiritual contemplationas sentimentality dresses me each evening in it’sfascinating splendor.
Subconsciously rehearsing tones, matching words as they sound so alike and writing down meanings as they make perfect sense to my brain.Accomplishing extraordinary perception through all senses as I continually entice them from melodies I hear and compose inside.Framing beautiful pictures as they’re thought, placing them one after another onto paper, where others may read…
Then when done, people clapping and saying well done, not knowing the true pain within that the song has brought back for them to mourn anew.
space enjoyed with a friend.Totally oblivious to the worldaround us, just having fun, talkingabout life and what we want from it.Solitude surrounding us, as we movedforward into our next horizon together.Friends till the end, loving one anotherunconditionally, as we live our days infriendship.
Swerving and pivoting, dancing down paths of heredity, feeling calm within.Knowing that my days will end, I continue to live as well as I can.Touching senses, feeling their emotions gathering, testing the mercurial waters with gentle aplomb.
being careful not to get tangledin winds blowing them around.
