Only following paths least lit or traveled,
finding my way through the tangled jungle of
yesterday.
Cutting my way through the vegetation of every
day strife, I land on all fours.
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Pictures dancing on walls of my mind, exercising my agility in thought and measuring staccato beats of rhythm as it proceeds to continue down the pathway I am creating as I go forward.
Noting fame standing in front of me, knowing I will attain it’s fruitful desire soon enough.
Milky white, spurting fountains sitting down
blowing through them.Wanting badly to be removed and placed in amore protective spot, where they can enjoythe life they have left.
Footprints etched in mires of emotional muddiness,
with the ways of life through senses felt in linesof yesterday’s memories.
Children are inherently good, always happy to learn new ways of doing things.
Sparkling wonder and awe for everything around them, shows through their eyes as it opens the windows of their souls.
Clouds spread lazily in a corner of the sky, awaiting a gust of wind or some silent movement of the atmosphere.
Shooting out, taking the cloud seemingly with it into blue skies farther on.Then, letting it go and flying into an invisible atmosphere.Afterwards, the streak of the jet dripped down like icicles, hanging from eaves of an imaginary house in the sky.Slowly, they fell silently into little hoops, over earth, then slowly vanished into thin air,…
Compiling messages from past encounters, collecting them carefully, arranging each one in exacting order, according to emotions formed within my heart.
Keeping close, huddling together in fields of remorse, filled with oceans of tears, centered within my soul while on earth’s shores.