Green nature, filtering into my intellect,
touching it gently, and taking it along
paths of beauty.
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Starting, stepping, soaring within,
taking flight on expeditions of fantasy.
Erecting buildings of verse with energy
...
Darting, moving, fleeing from absurd rules made for idiots
and dolts.
Stationing profiles across from patterns of exquisite detail,
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Strangling tightly on shores of near death,
watching facets of life debate secretly with
a reaper of dismantling puzzles.
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Diversity, the diverse hoax of the twentieth and twentieth first
centuries.
A haze, a cover-up of unsurpassed proportions, being played again
...
Drenching hearts in dire need with exaltant memories of
loved ones today and tomorrow.
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Rampaging through hours of musical intellect,
rehearsing airs of liberty, benefiting from
hours of practice as moods soar and climb to
heights never attained before.
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Tunnels of perfection formed by nature in quiet,
gentle ways are set before me as I write of their
peaceful waves of existence in poems of accessibility.
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Elderly musicians, coaxing melodies of yesterday from their
abodes of disarray.
Tempting dancers to arise and take to flight across the
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Strength can only be found within, in the midst of pain and
grief.
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