Tomorrow, falling into meaningless cisterns
of disaster.
Whiling away time just letting things go,
not really caring which direction I end up in.
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Singing a poet’s song along edges of every poem, becoming the melody composed in my soul.
Going over many trials and through suffering, always being brought forward into realms of exciting poetry.Holding every word and feeling in treasured boxes of ivory.Never letting go of this poet’s mind, thanking the dear Lord for this extra time on earth and making the most of every moment.
Inner turmoil grasping my heart and squeezing emotions all over inside, burning and maiming consciousness with it’s splitting of atoms, causing pain to be sent through every particle of being.
Taking time through life to use every bit of talent given to me.
Forwarding rhythms into categories of altruism.
in dreams and allocated in extremes of talentedbyways.Talking of tones in hallways of fortunateexperiences, always figuring formulas mathematically,never swerving from an essence, continuing within me.Severing the thoughts of loneliness as I sit in acrowd of people, listening to ‘Crown King’ play ourhearts out.Filling us with songs of life, letting us examinememories from when they were…
Languishing in a mountain pool of tears, feeling upset, heart being wrenched in all directions with no support or care.
They are mounting higher and faster than ever before and I can no longer ignore their worth or my desire to cling wholly to their essence.Seeing with clarity, the loneliness, emptiness, abandonment of being on a solo journey, and no longer wanting to be a part of it.Assessing measures and methods of taking and burying…
Shadows hanging out,
pretending to talk as their shadowlips move up and down silently.