Shards of sadness rip and tear me as I wallow alone in a life only I
can justify through poetry.
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Flying on fragile wings of silver, `
Wishing never to alight on shores of earth again, instead,stay aloft and watch them from the circumferences of mybeing, so as not to have to feel them.Flying into heights of the atmosphere, keeping far awayfrom all aspects of interior life’s pain.Coasting lowly over the ocean, dipping wings, so toquench a thirst needed for living.Ulterior motives…
Swimming downstream in a flood of tears, brought about by a
A gathering of sorts, spreads over my mind, expressing ideasin detail for future inventions of solar development.Accurately designing every portion needed in formulating themeasurements.Straddling every nuance, rewriting whatever has been used inthe past and coding it into the present, fabricating it tobecome available.
An empty picnic table where once,
Now it stands empty, all by itself,no life upon it – just a picnictable alone, under a tree, waitingfor someone else to come along andtake our place.
Great lullabies fill my mind with a tired atmosphere,
Sleepily watching people pass by, wondering what theythink or are doing, creates a massive treasure chestof thoughts, ideas and images to trace into poetry ofhumanity.
Windows of my soul open to God’s love, wanting to be with Him always.
Watching sanctity spill over and drop to earth, surrounding me with blessings from above.
Rehearsing songs, changing and rearranging their essence to fit my style of composing.
Feeling attuned to whatever I’m thinking as I place notes in sequences of many diversified situations.Fitting every tone and sound in synch with words that grow in poetry, giving so much pleasure as I listen to them.Delving into the beautiful sunsets of life in music.