Consoling my heart, touching my mind with whispers of heaven sent
straight to my soul.
Filling every atom with hopes to continue in directions towards
shores of tomorrow, awaiting my time to alight upon them in my
little rowboat of life.
Sustaining wisdom in the palms of my mind, taking care not to spill
a drop, because I’ll need every particle to find my way home.
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Halls of lonely people, sitting in chairs of despair,
Many of them not daring to stir from their seats of safety inmoments of truth.
Waiting expectantly for answers to appear in writing, not knowing if I can delve deeply enough to figure out solutions to take away sorrow existing always within me.
Tearing my heart in many directions, splitting my mind in excruciating shards of glassy memories, poking and cutting me incisively day and night.Even when alone in dreams of sorrowful existence.
Playing lilting songs my soul sings in silent deepenings.
Flowering within, spreading to my mind, blossoming completely;overflowing everywhere inside.Majestically hiding from all who seek it’s beauty, playing in a fantasy of mindless images, scattered to the winds by gentle breezes whispered from my soul.Enjoying peace I know cannot exist anywhere else except in this space of mind.Frequenting it’s storehouse many times during each day,…
Tempting fate with reality as it passes by unobtrusively
Looking to no one, yet being followed because of who it is.Beaming rays of fortune down darkened roads of life,never settling for anyone else’s opinions on anything.Freely spacing wherever life leads in any given moment,totally recalling every detail, while looking at the moviescreen.Photographically listening to every picture placedtriumphantly there beside imagination’s presence.
Important issues feel their way into my heart, touching feelings still raw with hurt, causing pain to flare and get caught in pictures of visions still being processed.
Sensing inner rhythms, beating time to scores of additional sonatas, calculating metronome-like feelings of saddened crosses in life’s inaccessible areas of the brain.
Sliding down a cascade of rocks like a waterfall down a mountainside, undeterred by life’s choices, falling to my death without regret or remorse.
Rolling, darting in and out, not caring what the outcome will be, just escaping the hell inside, covering me like dirt upon my grave.Markers not marking my presence, not ever wanting to be found, not even after death has taken me to my final resting place above.