Allowing a vast area of my brain to enter another dimension and begin describing it in details, unknown to anyone else.
Reaching further into inner space, feeling it’s embrace as I tenderly pick words from a garden of beauty and stamina, creating many more poems to keep me going on pathways of invisible portrayals of novel ideas.
Quietly meditating, feeling calmer by the minute, an existence of forebearance beginning and ending in my soul.
Waiting moments in time to become who I am.
Omens of what will one day be expressed in poetical forms for eternity.
It will however, help you live through the tragedyafterwards.
Feelings clouding my vision, causing tears toinsinuate themselves in my heart.Soul coverings entering my mind, with complacentthought, borrowing images for future designs setin poetry.
Watching a blackbird walking around onthe sidewalk, looking for a way to enterthe building, until a man comes walkingtoward it and sends it flying.
Suddenly rain pouring down, settling all the duston the ground where it belongs.Feeling a childish joy as raindrops touch me silently,wetting particles of my being, giving an exquisite joyin being alive at this moment.Continuing to stand in the rain, letting it cleanse mefrom within as well.Purposely feeling it’s coldness, waking me interiorly,allowing a sense of…
Reflecting on the essence that has been buriedfor so long, not strengthening the ties withearthly life.
