Joy being brought to mind when an innocent child laughs freely
and un-hesitantly out loud, whispers ending up in smiles, because
they tend to tickle little sensitive ears.
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Slowly moving, ingenuity is continually creating from
it's interior wisdom, giving this mind food for thought
at every moment in time.
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Treasuring and cherishing the innocence and purity of
being a virgin at the age of twenty-seven, never ever
wanting anything to take that away.
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Touching nature through musical memories,
watching my Granddaughter on the front
lawn as she happily waves her arms excitedly -
when she sees a butterfly flying around the
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Yellow blossoms popping out before my eyes,
brightly shining in my mind.
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Tempting rhythms carrying melodies into hearts of innocence,
depths of it filled with the energy of a life designed by a poetical and musical rhythm.
Being just the way God loves to love us in His way of perfect mercy and blessings, moving throughout moments and into another horizon.
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Watching the innocence of children when hearing music and its rhythms, seeming to pick up their bright spirits, causing them to move into rhythms of melodies.
Arms swinging, feet tapping, minds filled with the essence of youth as it's being tempted in darkness all around us here at Desert Ridge.
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Rhythms dropping like abc's from a child's innocence and pure insight that never dies, only living in positive and sacred measures as they pick up speed.
Much like a child who's heart wants to become in designs and patterns of music, listening to her little voice and watching as she gains balance.
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Hustling into one adventure after another, seeing compromises
that want a part in the writing of life's story.
Reminding and being reminded of the innocence of childhood
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Remembering the essence of being a child
in yesterday's years of life.
Seeing the dreams alighting in my mind,
wanting to be borne to fruition.
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Rotating into nether worlds,
regaining stature of rhythm's measures as
they are being played in harmonic sounds.
Being recreated into childish gibberish,
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Lights of goodness, focusing on peaceful countenances, deriving beauty from places of innocence throughout
natural sites of impossible joyous reunions.
Surfing simple respect and dignity, holding gently
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Jumbling and tumbling into measures that want to be heard by
everyone, a glorious and mesmerizing temptation, an impossibil-
ity of life's innocence.
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Recalling the wonder and beauty of childhood and the good
wholesome shows we used to watch, all protecting our pure
innocence.
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Sometimes hearing the innocence of being young oh so
long ago, heart letting go of childlike tears inside
a tribute to this inner child.
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Charging energy early in the morning, breaking the sleep
of night with writing and thinking, leaving behind the
dreams of fantasy to face the reality of another day.
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Noticing two boys playing pool here at the Senior Center,
both concentrating intently on trying to get the balls in-
to the pockets and winning the game.
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Noticing two boys playing pool here at the Senior Center,
both concentrating intently on trying to get the balls in-
to the pockets and winning the game.
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Pristine and beautiful, winter sunshine falling onto a snow-
filled ground, crystals of ice lying around, icicles hanging
like Christmas decorations from every tree.
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Staying in a contemplative mood, staring into a fire of
my essence, lit with an intellectual energy and verve,
satisfied with thoughts that fill me through imagination.
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Remembering songs being sung when a mere child, loving
to sing them, finding a clear and pure innocence in
their words as rhythms enticed our minds.
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Racing down dusty trails of yesterday's western town,
not taking anything away from a beautiful country -
western restaurant.
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Explosions of feelings falling like snowflakes into beings
on this earth, people all over the world watching as they
continue to gather into snowdrifts.
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Radio bringing back a song of when we were young,
it still has the same tender feelings coming to
the surface as the music continues to play.
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Love betrays us time and again, trying to hide it, not wanting
to be hurt, afraid it won't be a true love and will be lost in
the desert of betrayal.
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Easily attaining other dimensions through creative fluid processes
that carry with them many responsibilities in this life, staying
true to self and God.
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Love seething within my heart, filled with a fiery blaze
that cannot be put out.
Loving you so intensely that it cannot be quenched unless
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Touching upon silence of a garden growing, capturing the
attention of this poet, a song being sung from heavenly
abodes and raining down upon intellect unceasingly.
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Totally rocking to rhythms of every measure, being
sent into the interior intellect of my mind, always
riding notes as they take me into depths and heights
of other worlds.
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Relating facts to intellect, letting it accept or reject
them according to what it feels is right, tapping inner
resources with a gentle whisper of rhythm.
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Just stepping in time, letting myself be taken into
depths of rhythm's beginnings and endings.
Loving and taking my place in the space of life that
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Innocent, naïve young soldiers sent to a foreign country
without a clue of reality, just words spoken to them
encouraging attitudes needed to fight a war.
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Silent penetrating notes filtering quietly into my
heart unbidden.
Like a rising sun, love is rising within me for you
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Dancing to rhythms here on paper, giving vibrations of life
to every poem that I am writing, touching and noticing every
aspect, expression and experience of an after-life, awaiting
my presence on the other side of life's curtains.
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Plugged into the incandescent socket of remorseful thinking,
not seeing any way out into the open.
Trailing sideways, peeking over edges as it is carried towards
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Having somnolent thoughts after a long day of abuse from
other people, thinking that what they say is gospel and
must be listened to.
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12: 09 p.m.
Rushing into the center of life, listening to a rock and
roll band filling minds with it's glorious music.
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Children holding the beauty of innocence so carefully
in their undeveloped minds, practicing it naturally
without qualms or doubts.
Feeling the purity of life setting them apart from
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