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Morosely settled, wondering what’s next in life’s scheme of things.
way.Enjoying every moment given in an atmosphere of music to writewhatever comes near to thought.Exemplifying intellectual innate talent through words of poetical insistence, as they flow like water from my pen.No stopping or blockage barring the way to their particular purposeunder heaven’s guidance, always pinpointing what needs to be said.
Sunshades of maturity sliding
Fabricating hymns of happiness on joyless daysat home alone in a fog.Focusing primarily on memories of yesterday’sfrequencies, not able to handle too much at anyone time, or tears will steal out from undersunshades of maturity.
Tall, beautifully landscaped buildings standing, looking over the city of Tempe.
Silly moving reflections – new with each passing car.In front of the building, sitting with head bent over, leaning on uplifted knees, trying to sleep.Homeless, down on his luck, dreaming dreams of depravation and loneliness, no food in his stomach.Behind him is a beautiful building, Chase Bank, filled with money, none to share.Vision of the…
Columns blocking my view, taking away my vision until I grasp it and make it mine again.
Consuming everything, being curious, questioning everything within my power and loving every minute of it.
Popular tunes being played as people sing karaoke in deference to each other.
Enjoying every nuance, every embodiment of belief in self as they fill up with confidence.Saturated confidently with self-esteem, brought about by special acknowledgement.
Looking into my cup, watching bubbles circle and swirl,
So many images coming into view, now slowly disappearing within coffee’s black depths, leaving me writing this poem in memory of this little episode of bubbles with my morning cup.