Writing down images in words, being careful to get it
right.
Allotting time to picture it intently without mistaken errors
in the noose.
Black holes stretching closer to me, opening up to inner
atmospheres.
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Lines of life will end just beyond the next corner, out of sight.
light upon my brow.Loving this peaceful calm, letting waves of it’s tranquility washgently over me, filling all places of loneliness with grace of loveand serenity.Colors brightened intensely in the stead of recreated life.No longer squatting on edges, belonging now to the middle where noone can exist except the person whose soul it is.Never letting existence…
Taking motion into wave lengths of prose, officiating speculatively in words of talented definitions.
Giving an ear, listening to prophetic qualms being registered and taken into areas of calming sacrifice.Noting limits of boundaries, finalizing plans to separate dimensions across the board and benefit from the results of every thought handed off to distant memories.
Hearing the battering of a flag pole in front of me,
spiritual tones.Giving an enormous pulse of energy to write withoutstopping, until I come to a break in thought whereI can memorize more of my surrounding environment.Living always in the moment, I embellish life andimagination through whatever I see, hear, feel andbecome.
Shutting out everyone, going inside to be alone upon an empty shelf.
Looking out onto a strange world, I consider it and yell inside, wishing I could find my wealth in another land.One so far away and distant – but when I look again, I’m still alone upon an empty shelf, wondering where I am.
Touching chords interiorly, replaying moments in time.
family.So touching, so loving, an atmosphere of heaven-sentbouquets.Roses falling into our changing lives, bringing thefragrance of God into view.