Wonderful splendor blooming everywhere I look.
Solid contact with imagination, letting sights reach into my
soul and showing the beauty that is all around me in nature’s
cradled arms.
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Standing in aisles of fame, looking at other’s destinations, wondering about my own.
in a subconscious state of mind.Like heroes, thoughts bravely issue forth one after another, unendingly throughout this quaint little life.Rainbow-colored ideas shift and slide about, matching words, expressing themselves in memories and images.Writing explicitly in black ink, all sentences and wordswhich stick together, waiting to be written out.
Ringing echoes down the halls and into neighboring aisles,
On ever increasing highways questions fly idly about havingno reasons for anticipated livelihood.Whereas, many answers fall in between single lines, lifecontinues to float toward doubt and fruitless tasks.Chances are taken hesitantly, masking fears and placingunbalanced taciturn placards of peace on banners unfurled infrigid breezes.Quietly studying innate talents, justifying pictures andimages of questionable doubts, people arrive…
Calm expectant voice, creating an atmosphere of sweet surrender to music’s interior meanings.
Sorting through notes, attaching them to sensitive definitions of natural desire.Bringing innate talent into poetical visions of creative patterns, thoughtfully being sung by a gentleman representing KOY radio.
Sitting in front of our Christmas tree,
Tears streaming down my face like tinseldown the tree.Ever flowing – always knowing – the sadnesslying behind decorations hanging everywhere –no Mom to share them with.No Mom here to make it a happy occasion.Her smile has faded from my sight and liessleeping in my mind.When it is awakened, it brings a new flood oftears.How can…
Cavorting through eternity,
standing upright, waiting for gates of heavento open up and take me into God’s waiting arms.
Watching nature crow,
and climb a little ways up,hiding behind leaves and cawing at me.Looking around, the crow watches peoplewalking by – the same as I do.Only he’s a little more noisy about it.Flying out of the tree, he lands on abird feeder and begins to eat seeds forbreakfast that someone has provided for him.