Trotting down lanes of distant tomorrows, holding onto hopes
and promises of yesterday, with clarity and intensity.
Noting the insistence of feelings growing gently and tenderly
...
Listening to waves of rhythms tinker with my brain, feeling
the sensations and enjoying them immensely.
Wonderful vibrations taking me into depths of incessant
...
Calling cards being driven home to islands of another plain,
taking me into the collective museums of another life, filled
with memories of the past.
...
Centering in the midst of an oblong circumference,
wandering around and watching boundaries enlarge
and shrink in edges of night.
...
Circuits of electronic keyboards fill the air with
electricity from within landscapes of rhythm.
So often calming, soothing and beginning another
...
Running and searching for something that may never be found,
causing inner pain and quiet desperation.
Alone, an outcast, misunderstood on all accounts, left out
...
Suicidally contemplating this life, it's failure, it's
miserable existence, it's cruelty.
Ties broken, lying on a grave, no stone to mark it's way,
...
Funeral sounding music pounding, shaping melodies of death,
as it is heard.
Sneaking quietly upon strands of life, left hanging in the
...
Silent sounds of a harmonica, playing in the background, a
saddened solo journey down trails of sorrow.
Capturing the essence of life, allowing it the freedom that
...
Dying, lying on my mind,
just preparing to meet
it again in a final journey
towards a sunset on another
...