Dying within, traveling into denizens of grief where everyone
will one day find themselves absorbed deeply in it's mire, no
escaping it's deathly hands.
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Learning and researching, anything's possible, loving how this
innate intellect likes to link and blend ideas and music together
when writing.
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Runaway dreams of we Americans, hoping to attain our previous
patriotism and self-reliance, pushing away all the corrupt
politicians who have ruined our nation from the inside out.
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Trunk of a palm tree capturing my attention with it's angles and
patterns criss-crossing, going sideways and tempting this mind
into writing about it's interesting and silent dimensions.
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Swinging doors of my mind, opening up into other orbits where I
travel and am enticed by the sole participation of silence, with
the essence of my soul.
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Solemn and sojourn, life just keeps hanging on, feeling alone and
saddened by an inner atmosphere of grief that will not let my heart
go.
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Wailing into the darkness, guitars taking my heart into waves
of interior storms where I continue to drift about on the surface,
alone and thoughtful.
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Searching this world over, not able to find my heart in any one
else's life, stranded on lonely shores, unable to be loved this
side of life.
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Wrecking havoc within, rattling senses and emotions drastically
and totally, serving life's essence on a spiritual platter. never
walking away from sacrifices.
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Rings of truth peal out loud and clear on this earth, spreading
integrity and honesty throughout this planet, secretly whispering
beneath our breaths about those who lie and are dishonest.
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