Pictures of life are held tenderly in portrayals of paintings made in poems of thought.
Allowing for ideas to form and be shaped as pens continually place ink onto parchments of imagination.
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Landscapes covering interior plains,
Giving a reprieve from the sadnessthat incessantly envelopes me every day.Silent passions held in check, focusingall of subconsciousness into a funnel,filtering it into ideas, formingthemselves in compartments of poetry.
Stampeding through deserts of feelings,
dry out in the hot desert sun.To be purified from all of existence andlater to be raked into piles and throwninto poems.
Reciting measures of melodies in my mind, regulating talent as it is portrayed deeply in musical sonatas filled with stories of life.
Taking down patterns of yesterday and replacing them with brightened florescence and darkened cavernous desires.
Relating sounds and tones to yesterday’s memories,
Piercing images collect emotions, placing them crosswise in my heart, tearing me apart as tears spill endlessly into hazy visions.Beginning over again with every thought of family gone beyond before me, waiting heavenside for my arrival.A joyful reunion at last fulfilled with peaceful recognition.
Politicians hiding behind closed doors and in secret places, wearing their masked faces so no one will blame them for their excuses to the public.
Taking bribes, kick-backs, campaign funds – all under the guise of felonies not committed by them.Corrupt men and women running our city and state governments.All of them pretending to investigate our downtown superior court judges and clerical workers – in reality they never do.Just ask the decent, honest, law-abiding fathers who’ve had their children torn…