A gathering of sorts, spreads over my mind, expressing ideas
in detail for future inventions of solar development.
Accurately designing every portion needed in formulating the
measurements.
Straddling every nuance, rewriting whatever has been used in
the past and coding it into the present, fabricating it to
become available.
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Staring into space, nothing focused, transparent heartaches
Thoughtful burial of life’s second chance, turned around andleft on back steps fighting to survive.Reprimands from eons ago, still engraved in sidewalks made forharried travelers.Homeless, walking for hours on end, no food, no friends.A cause of peace and justice seems to be lost in today’s world.
Turning, revolving in life, seeing it pass us by so quickly.
Just once around life’s circumference is all we’re allowed in our lifetime, so we must make the best of it and use all our God-given talent to reach our purposes here on earth.
Marching tempos, striking my mind,
Giving timing no chances to strayfrom the rhythms at hand.Closely, attracting tones of etudesinto my mind, taking extra-sensorynotions to heights never known before.
Yesterday was a time spent in youth, never realizing what was going to come as I aged through the years.
Shining from beneath a carousel of moments, holding on to childish whims, knowing they would never last beyond this final day, except upon this page, where I have left myself alone.
Wandering throughout musical memories, touching their feelings, feeling their emotions delicately tapping at my mind, reminding me of their existence.
Exposing my heart, hiding my intellect beneath thousands of poems so as not to be seen too carefully all at once.
Writing, trying to catch up to the tempo and rhythm, striking up a conversation within my mind.
Grasping all exercises of beauty and folding them into beautiful packages of music’s melodies.Taking every chance to be rearranged leaving all words everlastingly by, on a table of inner photographic memories.Staying aloft, soaring along motionless points of forgetfulness, taking every one of the stanzas left in melody’s hands and giving all that I can, as…