Images pop out like notes on a banjo, picked just for
my mind, over a delightful dinner for two.
Beats and musical notes scenting the evening air with
happier tunes and melodies.
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Misty-eyed morning, watching the sun approach on an eastern horizon.
Exuding a lightening of anxiety, tripping over it’s exertive forces, trying to avoid any and all adversity it dares to bring.Burying an exchange of emotional trash, putting it beneath tons of dirt – it should never have been lifted off it.
Sinking into a mind-set,
Writing down interior feelings,giving them a voice to speak and orateuntil time has passed and left them on pages of a poetical book.
Emotions rising, riding tidal waves of continuous exercises in futility.
Financial deficits hitting the public with increasing rates and tax hikes, knocking the public to their knees, even though their prayers are not reaching ears of city council and their partners in crime.
Certain enhancements being created, forming impressions to be remembered with musical compositions fully rehearsed beforehand.
Counting down notes, beating to extensions of outer linear memories.Sacrificing daily time just to practice playing and singing for a living.
Small groups filled with conversation,
Wanting to belong, to feel loved, to reach outto one another in this great big world of diversity.Hanging on words, listening intently, body language encompassing everyone, as people sit on a doorstepawaiting eternity.
All alone and no one around, that is the reason I am here.
secret place to come back to sanity and be what I am to be.I need to be alone with myself to try and find out where I’m going.No one else needs to know why I do it – it satisfies myself alone.Whispering particles of my life need to sometimes be rearranged andput in jars –…