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Shaking perpetually in time with rhythm as it wrecks havoc musically.
Fulfilling senses of unbelievable feeling, touching infiltrated periods of space as they are spread throughout heavenly skies of serene complacency.
Yesterday comes alive again in Cher’s song gypsy and thieves, waking many memories of joy as I walked though the desert on the way to high school.
No where else in the universe could I listen to a private concert just for my pleasure.
Scrambling words, locating them in disorderly
Pasting them onto pages of interior books,being written as each day begins a new dawn.Smiling to self as every word makes total sense inmeanings of life and are eventually written into pagesof my mind.Delivering messages of ancient ethics andmorals to keep me on the right path, heading straightas an arrow towards heaven and God’s waiting…
Rehearsing life from beginning to end,
them to discover novel poems of literate forums.Tasting the delicious flavors upon my taste buds,savoring them flagrantly.
Stillness of a strumming guitar, touching my heart-strings,
Visions always being brought into being, giving thought a runfor it’s money.Taking life in stride, mounting pressures tearing us down andwe fall into deep wells of misery, barely holding on.