Nourishing ideas from little seeds – watching them grow and bloom.
Standing aside, allowing them room,
being careful to pull out just the weeds, ideas are sown.
One day soon to be explored in written words.
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My soul carries me away on wings of prayer.
Soft music traveling through inner workings of my heart, circulating itself into a special pathway in my brain.Music no one else can hear or feel, because it’s inside of me.Lines traveling down pages in many books, written in my own handwritten style of prose, verses free from coercive rules of rote.Checkerboarded life played like chess…
Watching words form in pictures of thought and writing them as they
Tasting each meaning and definition as they are placed in sentencesto be read by all who have an understanding of life’s beautifuleternity here within each of us.
Memories of Dad when I was little, singing me to sleep at night with his Mario Alonza voice.
Years of living together, in the end having to let go of him.Still holding and thinking of Dad in every memory when I was little.
Tripping tonight, finding pathways leading out of life,
ahead.Wondering what sorts of treasures would be found andwould they be valuable?Soundlessly curious, hoping to not be caught trespassingon the way.Lighting candles of fate, ready to walk the short distance,into realms beyond sight.Hoping to be brought into beautiful scenery with no painor suffering.Alleviating fears and doubts, taking one step at a time,surrendering whatever they think…
Sitting, hands clasped upon his knees, watching the other guys play pool.
A quiet, gentle man whom I respect tremendously as a friend of ours.