It’s all outside of my inner being, although I know it’s within me always.
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Quiet evening almost ended, being put to bed beneath the moon’s
Caressing my heart, holding hands with twilight stars above inthe heavens of my dreams.Eternal prayers always being whispered into heaven, and finallybeing heard by God, Himself.Total abandonment, filling me without qualms or doubt.Stringent longing, draping me invisibly in the evening twilight.Holding up the candle of my presence in the darkened night ofdeath’s final amen.(2/15/13)
Drenched in sorrow, feeling very low,
invisible.Longing for another moment in another timeand place, separating myself from the hereand now.Knowing that life is expecting me to live,yet pouring so many trials upon it, that Ihave trouble trying to live my purpose.Writing, a gift that I treasure, is the onlyway I can conceive of to live this reluctanttime that’s supposed to be…
Limitless indulgences being brought to bear, listening eagerly to words being sung.
Volume rising, people singing in the atmosphere, hoping to provide entertainment for crowds of people.
Backstage Crew, a live band at Buddy Stubbs, playing all the songs I love to hear.
Listening with every sense, tasting notes, feeling them in my soul, seeing them through colorful visions, touching them with my mind, bringing everything thoughtful to fruition.
Leaves waving and dangling into my mind while driving down
Eyes resting quietly, gently on birds of paradise as thisjourney takes me ever closer to Tempe, Arizona.Traffic steadily building itself into snarls, blocking allroads and coming to a halt in the middle of a Friday morningrush hour.