Being at ease, alone in a desert storm, without an ounce of hopeless thought.
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Losing myself on horizons of death’s atmosphere,
forgetting this world so I can proceed onto thenext one, leaving this earthly horror in hell.Waiting for a reprieve, never receiving one as Icontinue to be hurt by all things in life.Stranded in a barren desert of western snow,stinging my mind with its frozen icicles.
Carrying emotions too far in life,
causes a stagnation of personality and acruel, mean abusive bearing on others toosensitive to be near them.
Thanksgiving Day stands alone, almost forgotten except for the turkey bones.
It’s one of the quieter holidays with no pomp or circumstance – only chance conversation.Bits and pieces, odds and ends, this holiday culminates with Santa Claus as it’s highlight in a Thanksgiving Day Parade.Then it ends.
Walking forward, picturing all manner of observations, continually abbreviating life with thoughtful interludes.
Solitary platitudes being given out in ways of unnoticeable manners.Checking on lists of mandatory possibilities, giving in to every whim along the way.
Grasping air, gasping within for formulas of cognitive development.
of words and meanings.All focus demonstrated on skies of conscious availability, turning out points of reality on assorted themes, collecting themselves on rivers and rapids.Shaking up literature with their rhythmic poetical voices, causing thinking to occur with a responsive mode,transferring life to pages filled with blank lines awaitingwriting.
Tuning my mind to echoes emitted by my soul, traveling down open corridors on wings of steel.
Figuratively skating about, jumping and landing betweenrhythm and poetry.Alive with sensations of silent power, anticipating greatliterature when finished, experiencing creative talent born within each time I write.