Having grown old before my time, but only in my mind.
There I cogitate and reminisce as if on a rocking chair
of ninety.
Balancing words and thoughts, exacting literal meanings
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Waiting in depths of a lion's den, here amidst evils
of this world, looking about for a savior to come to
my aid.
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Midnight skies coming alive in this vibrant mind,
taking me away into an atmosphere of supposed love,
having a desire of intense caring, loving the feelings
it brings into intellect.
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Broken spirits of women and children preying upon
minds of men who are compassionate and caring.
Wondering how to get rid of the evil demons always
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Running faster than the speed of sound, ink flows onto
this page, creating one poem after another, sating a
thirst within to write incessantly, enjoying it always.
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Surviving the energy of life being contrived by evil doers,
keeping serene and steady in a narrow pathway down righteous
and morally correct ethics.
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Flying around the desert, a lone little yellow butterfly
soars in and about desert flowers.
Taking time to be at home with nature, flitting around
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Never needing a reason to write, only picking up a pen,
allowing ideas to flow into pictures of thought.
Everything being found on photographic screens, to be
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Looking around at all the elderly couples dancing and
enjoying themselves tremendously, knowing many of them
have been married fifty or sixty years to each other.
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Quietly astounding, reflections being captured in various
windows in multi-directions.
Lightened orange-yellow with a hint of gray, lying silently
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