not wanting to be bored by them right now.
Preferring only to be within a circle of musical talent,
listening to a band, James Parker, to be exact.
All audible sounds hitting me with an intense rhythm signaling
to my brain to excel in many areas of talent.
Going through ancient moments, wanting only to proceed and gather
speed down highways of energetic pulses.
Always waving talented steps in front of every camera.
Knocking down the chords as he goes along, thinking he’s thebest singer here tonight.
There’s no avenue open to me as I stroll through the gardens of eternity, not finding my way back home, and I fall upon the ending days of my lone existence.
delightful puzzling depths of intrepid silence.Standing on sidelines and edges of thought, becomingpuzzles for musical instruments and voices.Playing with notes, fingering beats of mysticproportions, enlivening spirits and most beautifulwondrous creative genius.
their toll evenly over exploratory pathways.Sensing beauty hiding beneath coverlets of sensory perception.Tackling every thought as it makes itself known throughemotional content.
Living alone in an ocean of regret, being pushed and shoved through any and all suffering being caused by another person.Relaxing into God’s arms, wanting to be taken away forever and all time.
Stomping out majestic beautifulmountain scenery and landscapes,ruining the beauty of nature itself.
