Instilling them into measures of intellect,
as they’re interpreted into verses of language
for future entertainment of the silent type.
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Reflections in a mirror, portraying images through windows once filled with broken life.
Backed by many volumes of knowledge, sorrow stands tall.Forlornly banked upon deserted images of yesteryear, tomorrow doesn’t seem to beckon anymore.Left alone to surmise the testimony of years, light has shone upon hidden ideas.Through many years of darkness, shadows have noticed all which has gone on before.Footprints have disappeared beneath the waves on desert shores.Beset…
Triangular squares taking shape, forming in my mind.
memory’s unconscious paths of rightful thinking.Contrary to pillars of strength, all eyes fall instead,upon the weakest, least of all, manner of being.Waving red and silent beacons to passers-by, steeringthem away, never letting anything close enough to matter.Piloting music down strains of unfamiliar tunes, catchingetudes at triangular moments in time, while maintainingthe single square rootedness of…
Sadness hits me lightening quick,
Conclusions being drawn, steps being retracted as tears fall continuously, filling my mind’s grief with love left behind.
Reality stands stark naked before me, taunting me with it’s truth and beckoning me towards suicide.
Wavering, vacillating, walking around it’s perseverance, trying to imagine what it’ll be like.
Evenings spent alone, reminiscing interiorly,
Dancing about, recording music and thoughts forfuture remembrance.Reflections mirroring what happens in life as we walkalone down pathways into our futures.
Toasting everyday music with enlightenment, savoring it’s exquisite flavor with an open mind.
Returning time and again to it’s stance and beauty of rhythmic ties, bound closely to my soul for eternity’s future horizons on shores of Eden.