Following pathways that curve in and out of forests and deserts, taking time to show me the mysteries of life that have been hidden so long.
Twirling happily, letting my soul dance to interior music and giving me solace to hold onto as I progress daily through life’s trials and sufferings that are holding me back when I only want to move forward.
Rapidly dissipating the sadness as I continue through quiet rhythms of the soul.
Intellectually considering feelings keeps them at bay and allows room to describe how they’re affecting your whole outlook in life’s scheme of things.
Entering an atmosphere of relevant spiritual enticement,luring me into catacombs of past religious tolerance,resting in my presence.Awaiting the ending of life’s demise, in an avenue ofpeaceful reverence.
creative processing.Tapping in to every niche and cavern,bringing about new turns of events and twistingaround, forming beautiful assets to be lit up inliterature of the future.
This book of life is now closed to everyone.Wandering down pathways, watching nature come intofocus and allowing me to move forward.Satisfied that I’m alone in circumstances of myown, knowing that no one can write about me in apoem, because I’m hidden far below anyone else’sradar.(2/18/13)
Awakening from death’s sleep, walking into and out of catacombs, searching for truths of existence at hands of intrusive masters.Placating insistent behaviors with mild trances of contemplation.Viewing everything in photographic pictures on a screen of lifetime images.Growing ever larger with every passing day.Emerging in the end on pages of selective definitions and meanings.Portraits explaining what…
ideas, pushing their way into lines of poems,rebelling contumaciously, defiant in overt mannersof refractory meanings, giving new facets andaspects to minds of sedition as they turn into booksof novel images, waiting to be written of.
