Visions always being brought into being, giving thought a run
for it’s money.
Taking life in stride, mounting pressures tearing us down and
we fall into deep wells of misery, barely holding on.
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Many avenues of intellect are open to us all, we just have to keep our minds from closing it’s door.
When we look around there is always something to strive towards to better our lives or anothers.
Saxophone, clearly calling me into it’s musical
Hoisting happiness and tantamount joy onto it’sshoulders.Touching incredible mind-awakening discussionswith blissful co-existence, holding silent rhythmsof poetical visions.Watching images unfolding in circular patternscreating beauty ensconced in mosaics, put togetherin moments of imagination’s creations for futurethoughts of togetherness.
Tables scattered haphazardly around the room,
Pining away with explicit sarcasm, amounting to nothing,pretending to be pillars of the community.
Wanting past memories to come alive and be brought into reality’s realms again, can never happen because once
to do so – no matter how much we wish things could be different.
Taking liberties in imaginative settings, fulfilling individual tastes as I write whatever I feel intuitively.
So there they stay, stagnating all their lives, never benefiting from God-given talents, wasting their gifts for no reason.Stifled within themselves, never attaining the joy given to them in abundance.
Emotions flowing into the ocean, turning tides into waterfalls of sorrow, deafening my mind as I move into a place of grief’s importance.
Assuaging my soul as I cry into the night without any comfort.