When looked at under the light of God, Himself, they somehow don’t glitter or glisten within or without.
Black sooty souls protruding into other’s lives.
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Turning back the hands of time, as I watch memories of youth.
Supporting my inner ego, giving it reasons to stay alive while all the time wanting to let it die inside.Drawing when younger, letting out all emotions in pictures of thought I was seeing.Later, starting to write words that were put together and made sense to myself and others, giving an impetus to continue experimenting with…
Drawing self into portraits of imagination, taking all the ideas filled from yesterday’s compositions.
Rounding out nature of life with abundant magic in mystical prospects of a new dawn, waiting to break open on tomorrow’s landscape.
Panacea of life floats throughout the ages on a pretense of thoughtful knowledge.
Faith is never thought by reason, never proven in theoretical logic.It is just an inherent belief which lies within the capacity of each of us to grasp under all adversity – in all manner of life.All of life lies hidden under blankets of hope, waiting to fulfill it’s soulful desires through faith.Faith does not clamor…
Singling out routines never followed,
being inspired by sights of nature’s mountainous ranges,feeling small gusts of wind, touching interiorly,spaces of loneliness.
Stalling moments, trying to hold onto them to no avail.
never forgetting them while living.But where do they go after death has taken me to his abode?