Flowing energetically into the afternoon, taking pleasure
into my soul and being, taking in elegant rhythms rising
and falling.
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Listening to breezes of heaven's angels whispering quietly in
my mind, telling of all the wonder and awe that I will yet be
seeing in life.
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Writhing and rocking to an energy of rapid rhythms, circling
and enlarging spheres, containing a creative and prophetic
life of being empathic.
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Forging right into the fray, music now flowing at the Wagon
Yard, band taking us down memory lane with their popular
rhythms.
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Solitarily flowing into the atmosphere, messages flying every-
where throughout the night, classy, totally capturing beauty
of this country-western atmosphere.
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Sandwiched between the notes, tapping out tones that keep
striking intellect with strident rhythms of prose that I
continue writing down.
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Looking up, focusing and taking every bit of music into this
poet's mind, silently, yet loudly proclaiming creative ideas
in depths of my spirit.
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Whipping and rocking in steps of happiness as prose is being
handed through every measure imaginable, storing it all on
photographic screens interiorly.
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Lulling music awakening senses of desire and love within,
striking a match of passion, sparks causing fireworks to
explode as we come together my love.
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Upholding the Constitution, We the People doing everything
we can to take back our country from illegals, Syrians and
muslims.
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