We find our ways through entangled weeds and jungles we’ve put in the way ourselves.
Mysteries of life continue as we wend our ways to death’s doorstep – at times, even messing that up when we live moment to moment in dire need of love.
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Racing down avenues of silent stillness, pacing myself in case I may miss something.
Pushing myself into a room without any effort, moving around in circular spaces, going through all the motions of being alive.
Retrograde styles standing on their own, beaming notes into my mind and resting on haunches, feeling the vibrations of rhythm.
Pulling sound like taffy from the atmosphere, gently gyrating to melodies, penetrating the solar system.Carefully listening as all tones come together, gathering harmony like crops from fields of natural desires.
Deep in my heart, feelings stir, quelling any doubts
Lying on fragile beds of lace, not wanting to journeypast indignant meanings, standing to sides of pathways, regretting their existence.Folding away energy into mattresses of old, tucking inaround the edges, uneclipsable moments in space.Moths of ages lured to flames of lightened knowledge,quickly burned away, leaving only ashes to say theywere here once upon a time.Eons…
People tied up in knots, not able to separate themselves from emotional turmoil, feeling it’s intense pervasive odor, filtering into lives, sparsely holding onto so very little.
Glancing around, watching others traipse through their lives without any problems, wondering why it can’t be them.Searching for answers that just aren’t available and maybe never will be.Seeking memories of the past, hoping to find some vestiges of the times that were once good.Traveling alone, set in silence, life becomes a stagnant picture album, gathering…
Following another into pathways crossing life and death in one fell swoop.
Feelings of peace fill me, because no one else can reach into me – being off limits except to self – at least until someone reads what I’ve written.If no one ever does, then I’m safely hidden forever within a poem.