Holding my hand, comforting my spirit, giving me hope in His tomorrows.
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Searching automatically through ancient codes of history, finding old messages taken from walls of caves.
Walking down under and seeing nothing to glance more than once at.Life is so unnecessary most of the time, yet we continue falling for it’s temptations.
Sinking into a quagmire of unequaled loneliness,
Reiterating the past in visions of images, growingfainter, soon to disappear forever.There’s no stopping effects of aging, but there’san even more sinister deterioration as my brainshrinks and loses it’s elasticity.Falling into an abyss of fading memories I wonderhow I’ll be able to write when there are none leftto access.Will I still be an automatic writer,…
Introducing new colors into a rainbow
reflecting thoughts as they are written in prose,coded throughout and sent straight to hearts,waiting for novel ideas.
Lifelines being strangled underfoot, lying upon sliding chastes of neon.
Forever reaching outward, grasping elite bonds, ebbing out in silent wayward tides.Rushing over, titillating nature’s intimate peace with echoes of recurring nightmares.Oblivious to pleadings, underwritten by eons of undecided fortitude, crept upon by unkempt beings.Shallow sensing images, seeking revenge, contemplating untimely ends of certain treatises.Along pathways of dreaded fear, daring to walk carefully, hesitantly, into…
Situating circumstances in lines of priority,
because nothing is the way it’s supposed to be.Falling down in depths of self, swimming inpainful tears, not letting go of me.Looking forward to edges of their pools, tryingto climb ashore and leave it all behind me onceand for all.
Rending memories from past renditions through a song from long ago.
Special outcomes continue to proceed into formidable occasions.Ushering thoughts into piles of words so they may all order themselves and follow like before.