Really trying to come back to life, but there's just too
much between us now, death's curtains cannot be parted,
they only open one way my love.
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As you walk into the room, your cute little smirk of a
smile sets everything on fire.
As you talk, words flow out nicely and evenly, like a
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Listening from right to left at rhythms combining themselves
in this mind, enlivening spirits whenever saddened by plights
in life.
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Torrential downpours caving in upon this deserted island
of a being, taking away vestiges of serenity, replacing
them with a facetious sort of aplomb.
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Italian memories keeping time in images that tantalize
inner desires.
Feeling them rise faster, spiraling out of control,
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Reaching shores of life, stepping onto them,
walking through warm sand, thinking of the
life I have already lived for sixty four years.
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Justifying life in ways that only I can, wanting to
always begin at the end and proceed backwards just
to see how differently things look.
Mirroring back, I see events and videos of yesterday, beckoning to me.
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Steadily strumming, letting measures of time disappear
into a morning sun, leaving thoughts in chords to be
played through rhythms.
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Shadows falling against buildings, those of our American
flag, swirling about, letting it fly above our republic
freely.
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Falling carefully into depths of another silence,
feeling it's stillness startling me into another
period of depression.
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Realizing all the properties kept in life, all culminating
in many facets of integrated intelligence.
Making sure that everything is acceptable and above reproach,
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Walking in shady lanes that I used to traipse, seeing
the underside of leaves hanging upon the trees, gentle
winds taking me quickly into the tomb of myself.
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Riding, listening to the horse's hooves galloping into
the night, treasures of evening being held out of reach
by stars above us.
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Twilight evening of peace and serenity being held in your
arms, feeling lost within your unconditional love that is
always at my beck and call.
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Sitting inside a Subway, watching people come and go while
eating a tuna sub, some people walking with confidence and
self-esteem.
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Jumping from one locations to another, leaving impressions
behind with every step made on softened clay, rising to
occasions of pleasurable desires openly accessing every portal.
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Considering our places in life, trusting in God to stay by
us, protecting and keeping us safe while here on earth.
Praying, knowing that there's evil everywhere, trying to
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Records of history are kept in books, tapes, videos and in
photographic minds, keeping up to date, adding new chapters
throughout our lives.
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Rushing quietly into reasoning and logic, hoping to find
mysteries to be solved mathematically in spheres of meth-
odology being translated through coded rhythms.
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Listening at the door of heaven, hearing silence, yet voices
are telepathically sending messages to mind and intellect,
selecting priceless feelings needing to be spoken aloud.
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Faith circulates in minds filled with hope, their souls
feeling a certain purpose of destiny that needs to be
fulfilled.
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Sequences of sounds are trailing along with rhythms
being listened to right now.
Steady, fast and slow, stop and go, nothing to inter-
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Calm, balmy day in February, sky totally clouded over,
white as far and wide as anyone can see.
Thoughts piling and falling over one another in absent-
minded reveries.
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Lifeless, hanging in mid-air, no where to go or fall, on this space of earth.
There's nothing here for me to hold on to, all has been taken away, except family - and I'm the oldest of eight.
Two sons work, but they do the best they can to help me when they're able to.
Relatives abound, yet I take care of myself, even my husband, who has early onset dementia, needs my care.
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Peaceful and comfortable, raising questions pertaining
to a love that once upon a time actually was alive and
well.
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Call of the wild, taking this heart into fields of passion
and desire, feeling the beats of this heart blending with
rhythms finding pathways into logic and reason.
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Laughter falling down, letting off steam, trying to ease
the situation and bring some peace.
Individuals thinking they have the upper hand, finding
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Papers slicing through the night, cutting memories in two,
filling up the emptiness of space and time, never adding
anything to life.
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Eclipsing life, standing at the doorway to eternity, hoping to
be here a while longer.
Looking into the twilight before my final sunset comes into
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Searching eternity for a place to call my own,
always being turned away because of one
misfortune or another.
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Life comes and goes, leaving reminders behind in pages of
memories, carrying us through the death and loss of loved
ones.
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Listening closely as notes blend into poetry,
intricate symmetrical designs vibrantly de-
tailing emotions and feelings with an inter-
ior intensity.
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Filling the atmosphere with integrity and soaring high
into the sky, leaving no doubts as to where, why or
how life is connected to rhythms.
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Light fading in the distance, coming to an end of life,
turning a final corner, continuing to be illuminated.
Enlightened through intellect and it's airy explana-
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Riding vibrant waves of creative literature into the
future, taking hold of destiny and feeling it's total
exuberance as it washes over me continually.
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Timely rhythms seeking pathways in this brain, wanting to
explore and be part of new adventures, ones that haven't
been done before, living in the moment.
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Sounding off, going directly into the atmosphere, taking
this mere poet along with it, combing brains for thoughts,
thinking and viewing logical reasoning lying within an
innate talent.
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Living a dream filled with music, art and poetry, loving
its creative atmosphere on a daily basis, figuring out
formulas that will fit in any dimension here on earth.
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Ringing in every new day through musical rhythms and writing
of poetry, every moment an expression of a life being lived
fully.
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Soundly trying to stand by a friend whom I love
dearly, never leaving his side no matter what
until he no longer needs me.
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Stringing emotions on a clothesline of feelings, airing them out,
even though it does nothing to dissipate the horrible feelings of
loneliness that I can't seem to fathom.
Being here on earth, isolating myself, because of you who haven't
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Spreading blankets across floors of imagination,
waiting patiently for ideas to make up their minds
and talk in whispered conversations of times
remembered from long ago.
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Leaving moments of intrinsic value is difficult at times.
Because it is precious, giving, serene - I don't want to
leave it behind as a fading memory.
Yet our lives are all about moving forward with no regard
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Risking nothing, playing along on playgrounds of
yesterday, giving away whatever's on my mind.
Totally into every opening, letting me slide in
and pick up writing right where I left off the
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Living in times of total music, listening endlessly
to rhythms taking me into atmospheres of perfect
harmony and eloquence.
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Unlocking heart and mind from the past, flying
into the skyway of intellect.
Seeing the vast freedom as it covers my being
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Rising and falling in tempos and measures of time and
rhythms, waking up instincts and sending reverberations
out into the environment, relieving the stress of this day.
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Laughter and joy being spread the world over, comedy over-
taking drama, done so splendidly for those of us that prefer
to laugh than to cry over make-believe misfortune by actors
and actresses.
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Faces of loneliness haunt those left behind in atmospheres
of yesterday, always leaving messages in our minds, remind-
ers of days gone by when we were all together.
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Shortly heading into the future, skating to rhythms of
life, leaving behind collectors of strife, as they rise
into the atmosphere, getting out of hand unexpectantly.
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