disinfecting their interference in today’s world.
Giving preoccupation it’s due while unclinging it’s virtue.
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Desperation in my soul does not reflect in the sound of my voice.
A lump of tears jerks itself into my throat, and I do not want tolet my eyes partake of it’s salted despair.Wiping my mind with the tissue of my soul, carefully, gently, soas not to tear what I know I cannot hold.So insidiously feeling turmoil go through me like an ocean in asevere storm.Holding on…
Alone in a familiar world, I wonder what has happened to make me grow older.
It numbs me with the pain of their passing.Wanting to reach out to them and hold them close, but how can you hug their deadened ghosts?Where are the words, ‘I love you’, felt so deeply here inside?I feel, but can not speak to them for they are no longer here.Where is the past I once…
Jitterbugging down rhythms’s of fun, handing out humor along the way.
Introduced by innate talent through famous singers and amateurs alike.
Sensing an energy inside, apparently from the past child within me.
Falling into an abyss, looking around, trying to climb out and recapture my youth.Hoping to be alone in my loneliness, without anyone bothering my state of mind.Holding together, particles of my being, as I am stranded by myself on a lone shore of tomorrow.
Keeping step in time, releasing all stress holed up inside.
wanting to be rid of them forever.Yet, they hold the answers to what is going on within each person andif fine tuned, can be expressed, dealt with and excused into theenvironment for now.
Rummaging around closets of my mind, looking for relics that have been hidden at the bottom on lower shelves.
A special evening spent in reminiscent auras of yesterday, loving the time spent in that small portal of peaceful solace.Just minutes that make such a difference in life.