Sorry to have let down my defenses, hoping to be cleared of all injustices, so I can move on into levels of peacefulness.
Stranded instead, in a place of turmoil, wishing, looking for a way to remove myself from this insistent dread, piled upon me unrelentlessly.
Slowly, edging farther away from life, going out with the tide.
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Feathery traces of tears barely discernible through grief.
of personality while creating poetry.Discovering elements of life secreted for ages in back alleys of themind.Brought out to enlighten the environment, spinning wonderingly out ofcontrol.Dancing lightly across desert wastelands.Tantalizing an euphoric sense of belonging – believing sounds oftruthful nature bellowing to the world through tiny mouths of littlebirds.Harmony spread across the land, fulfilling promises given…
Intense peace filling my mind as I write, taking in stride, everything I see before me.
Keeping me on edges of consciousness, aware of only what is going on within me.Taking solace, practicing bereavement through all hours of the day, hoping to somehow reach an agreement with myself.It can’t be done however hard I try.Silent, parched, finding no where to lay my head when I am tired of this world and…
Riding down trails of yesterday, clipping at a fast pace, yet noticing every detail along the way.
Singeing my breath as I ride in burning facets of yesterday’s memories.Taking particles of visions and building them through imagination on the way to destiny’s land.Thinking daily, finding, seeking measured refrains from musical scores as I write them down indefinitely.One day to be read by millions of people lying on deathbeds without hopes or dreams,…
Strumming chords of lifetime memories, a voice singing clearly, emotionally, touching parts of my brain with
Deeply felt, delved into by a soul of perplexingsensitivity, filling rooms with blissful exuberance.A tenor stands upon a stage, reaching us with heartfelt musical wisdom, attuning us to our lives and feelings,felt with remembering.Lessons of life lived before now in tender cradles of ancestral memories.
Flowering into thoughts as music rotates throughout my mind,
consequences and an awakening of inconsequential fate.