No tethers binding me, no loose ends left to strangle me,
only a freedom spread throughout my being, expressing everything in between a feeling and an image.
Finalizing plans of a lifetime, doing what I think is
best on my shortened horizon, taking in whatever becomes
me in rhythms of poetical rhymes.
Meeting me in snares and pounding of dreams, melodies
stream into interior feelings of my being tonight.
Never really finding anything lastingto hold onto for future use in diversecircumstances.
Wondering curiously where it will leave me when the sun sets upon my brow.Tempted by suicidal thoughts to give up and throw in the towel.Nothing seems to be worthwhile as I fall asleep on my pillow of remorse tonight.
rather not go.Circumferences enclose us in flaccid times,bringing us loosely into spheres where wecan become ourselves.
leaving alternatives one by one,as challenging textures stir mymind with energy and verve.
For many of them it was not a conscious choice ofaffairs, for a few it is the way they prefer living.Begging on the street, asking every passer-by forsome amount of money to get by.Spending monies that they do receive for beer orwine, thinking habitually that this is the only wayin which they can live.How they…
Those that deal with anger are buried so deeply that I can’t always feel them and I end up crying, spilling tears all around me, trying to rid them from my being.Yet, sanity prevails as usual and I solemnly try to listen and make peace with what I can understand.It’s only sent to me a…
