Calming effects of music slowly cover me, giving a comparative silence to hear through all the noise around me.
Enjoying moments of seclusion without any ill-effects, conspiratorially sending reminders to outer regions of my brain.
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Standard catch phrases have no business within aspects of my mind, for it continually creates from it's own interior.
Never listening to outside sources for any reason, because a knowing deep inside warns me to stay away and be a solitary writer, alone all days of my life.
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Rocking away along manufactured creations, pulling everyone into depths of instigative talent, authorizing itself to compete in aftermaths of it.
Taking off into dimensions of similar emotional content, partaking of the essence of any and all etudes as they produce more tempos. Keeping exact timing without hesitation, provoking necessary promotions of desire.
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Dancing with a belly dancer, Little John, smiling and moving energetically next to the professional.
Bringing smiles to everyone's faces, erasing wrinkles, easing tension, calming spirits of aging improvements.
Grinning from ear to ear, touching his heart and mind with an experience to be remembered.
Way to go John, you're the celebrity of the day.
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Tasting the smell of grilled hot dogs on
the bar-b-que.
Wonderfully scented, touching taste buds,
giving delight to a brain in anticipation
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Shattering glass memories with
sharpened tears of blue crystal.
Resting in our beds of lace on
final days of misery, we are
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Wakefulness hitting me in the middle of the night,
catching my eyes in starlight.
Watering sorrowful thoughts growing inside my mind
waiting to be picked and shown in written words.
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A contemporary sound being emitted by a country boy,
telling a story of youth, alone in a small town.
Overpowered by intense reasons of freedom, he tried
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