Songs Of My Soul Poem by Julian Figueroa

In the dark depths of my soul, beyond the regions that are thought to have any life
substance, Passed my soul's infinity, I scream! Reach out! Try to feel around for
anything . . . My entire being opens and closes, (Sucking) in attempt to capture
something, I demand! I call forth the forces of concentration . . . TRUTH!
CLAIRVOYANCE! FEAT. . . I yearn to function, not master, but perform in, and
with the beauties (songs of my soul) of my inner being . . . Have I gone too far in my
search . . . Must I go further . . . Where is this rhythm I seek? This place of music, where
the rivers and streams are pure and crystal turquoise clear, and the riffles of these waters
sparkle with a ruby red glimmer - The gardens and sites are like no other, diminishing
the whole basis of EDEN . . . Oh how I long for the sights of these grounds . . . Its
frolicsome and realistic tunes, I enjoyed, showed and shared with others. What wouldn't
I do, to again, dance to the sweet frequencies of my inner self . . .