The warm embrace of love fills my mood.
Laughs.
Side conversations.
And tears of how we all connect as beings warm the heart and allow the soul to glisten with rays of light.
Joy presides in the atmosphere as we rekindle spirits.
Aged moments of time permeate through words.
I inhale the observation.
Accepting the present.
Reliving past events.
Family.
Sweets.
Stomach aches.
Pastries baked with childhood goodies.
Remind us how beautiful life is in golden years.
Kinships joined.
Fellowships remembered.
Strangers but friends dine in gratitude.
Yet the heart tells our story.
The feeling.
The emotion.
Happiness profound.
Thrilling.
Beholden.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Nameless
Cogent is the mind.
Wars.
Conflicts.
Bloody battles invade my territory.
Muddy images clog thoughts with a pristine concept of life.
A question existing.
Disparaging.
Muddled.
Mystified.
A stranger in time lost in the wild.
Stop pause and wait humbly for verve pursuits.
Configuring a timely withdrawal to unearth chimera.
Patience is a virtue.
Wars.
Conflicts.
Bloody battles invade my territory.
Muddy images clog thoughts with a pristine concept of life.
A question existing.
Disparaging.
Muddled.
Mystified.
A stranger in time lost in the wild.
Stop pause and wait humbly for verve pursuits.
Configuring a timely withdrawal to unearth chimera.
Patience is a virtue.
Friday, November 14, 2008
This Time
It is in the remittance of this moment that I subsist.
As I attempt to stray away from the uneasiness preoccupying the brain a warm sensation overcomes me.
An innovative gist of being.
A fond awakening which draws a smile upon the face initializes change.
As a child I dreamt.
As an adult I continue to reverie.
And as time passes before me I recollect my exploration of life.
The measures of the day gleam new historical beliefs of possibility.
Reaching for the stars never appeared so secure.
Living the dream is not a preference.
And thoughts replenish the brain with stimulating sentiments;
You can be what you want to be.
Anything is possible if you believe.
Friends give way to what once was and celebrate this time.
The mood exciting.
The atmosphere letting go of the pain and embracing now.
Family tells stories of the day to younger generations.
What a feeling of hope.
Pride.
Happiness illuminates the heart, which permeates the soul with glee.
This is and was the moment that will reside with me now and tomorrow.
And even more as a child dreaming.
Twinkle, twinkle little star.
As I attempt to stray away from the uneasiness preoccupying the brain a warm sensation overcomes me.
An innovative gist of being.
A fond awakening which draws a smile upon the face initializes change.
As a child I dreamt.
As an adult I continue to reverie.
And as time passes before me I recollect my exploration of life.
The measures of the day gleam new historical beliefs of possibility.
Reaching for the stars never appeared so secure.
Living the dream is not a preference.
And thoughts replenish the brain with stimulating sentiments;
You can be what you want to be.
Anything is possible if you believe.
Friends give way to what once was and celebrate this time.
The mood exciting.
The atmosphere letting go of the pain and embracing now.
Family tells stories of the day to younger generations.
What a feeling of hope.
Pride.
Happiness illuminates the heart, which permeates the soul with glee.
This is and was the moment that will reside with me now and tomorrow.
And even more as a child dreaming.
Twinkle, twinkle little star.
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