12: 09 p.m.
Rushing into the center of life, listening to a rock and
roll band filling minds with it's glorious music.
Strengthening inner thoughts with steady rhythms, giving
an intense volume of words.
Shapes and forms fall into regular tones as I enlist their
essence to enter poems.
Enhancing their flow and melodies with a pure innocence of
life, taking me forward into the energy of being here on
(12: 10 p.m. - 3/29/14)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem