Wondering afar – deep into labyrinths and abysses
of child-held faith.
Turning over every leaf and rock hiding within
imagination’s bliss, to bring about words filled
with solace and quiet poems forthcoming.
Every moment of tranquil sensation forces stress
out into the universe away from my soul into
eternity.
Always and forever, allowing a peaceful calm and
stillness to become part of my soul without any
effort.
Contemplation at it’s deepest level through
subconsciousness becomes me.
Living a fantastic fun-filled mind of events –past, present and future.Interrogating images, wondering at their intensenessand vitality throughout a lifetime.Bread winners, all of them, in the history of poetrywritten in books for decades on earth.
Always left unanswered, lives are continually emptied and put on shelves to wither and die like winter leaves falling from bare branches left freezing in the cold.
Loving it’s feeling, pounding in my being, giving me a movement, pushing me forward into the night.
Forgiving an everlasting lonesome love with empty promises made before your mind became muddled with the ashes of Alzheimer’s.
Sensing words becoming as I look within subconscious thoughts, exercising my every brain cell with ideas flowing out and over one another.Beseeching cacophonies of spheres and orbs as they suddenly appear before my sight, engaging in a blending of tones, through rhythm and artistic grace.Bequiling others with extraordinary senses of picturesque familiarity left over from…
enjoying whatever I create.Set deeply in cooperative regions of life.Watching, unnoticed by anyone, as eachperson comes and goes, leaving auras andimpressions of themselves to gather andwrite into another poem.Adding to my repertoire, satisfying onlyinner desires of my own.
