Figuratively skating about, jumping and landing between
rhythm and poetry.
Alive with sensations of silent power, anticipating great
literature when finished, experiencing creative talent born within each time I write.
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Silent loneliness tightening around me like a noose,
when no one else is around.Treading cautiously down hallways of unknown darkness,hoping to come out the other end without dying in thepurpose.
Brevity of life is an impetuous to push ahead, get everything done that you feel is important and be ready for your final moment on earth.
Sating life’s infamous thoughts, keeping them flowing always, never forsaking any words that pour forth from screens in picturesque speech.Always taking time to enjoy puzzles completely done and filed into memories forever eternal.Tenderly touching interior ideas, bringing them into view without any temptation to erase them.Finally speaking with aplomb through literate poetry.
Writing verses from my photographic memory, silently picturing everything I’ve ever seen in life.
Finding something inside themselves that meets what I’ve already written, helps them at times down their roads also.Carefully calculating, listing emotions and feelings, attaching them to the many tears of human beings.
Readying ourselves for future atmospheres unknown as yet
Participating regularly on plains of existence we congealour knowledge into books of literature, hoping to developand shape future generations of life-giving essence toothers.Conglomerates of people, edging their way towards final companions on earth, relying on one another’s wisdom toget them through this lasting adventure of finality.Hoping to gather strength from each prayer ofspirituality, putting a…
Silently perturbed,
New hopes are arising that today willbe the day of new beginnings for an oldfriendship.
Thinking around circumstances brings enlightenment to mind.
set in times of imaginational space for appointed points oftactile existence.