Throughout levels of participation we fume and fuss
when things don't turn out the way we want.
Recriminations banter within our mind's images,
never landing with any certainty on phases of truth
...
Rejected from clicks of people, always standing
ready, alone without anyone beside me.
Freedom of trust and friendship stay aloof,
never trusting anyone because they will misplace
...
Mirror tones of regret, stretch themselves and walk
about.
Tapping rhythms of loneliness into a mind of clay,
allows new patterns to form.
...
Switching gears in mid-thought, wondering where lights
of yesterday have gone and why they've been shut off
without ceremony.
...
Books of rhythmical notes pass through my mind on
their way to poetry, advancing towards pages of
history.
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As the sun sets in the west, beautiful orange, yellow,
reds, fill my eyes.
Ocean waves lapping at the sand, mesmerizing my mind
into a quieter time.
...
Gravity filled situations creep closely into our lives,
trying to be heard over objections of absurdity.
Whiling away begotten times of frightful imagination,
holding on to private moments of anticipation as life
...
Strident chords of being are enhanced with meaning
from music's tones and talent.
White sandy ocean beaches contrast with brown sand
of arid deserts.
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Walking through lightened darkness, watching for signs
of life becoming normal.
Wretched people sending timers into space for unknown
reasons.
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