Privately I await...a sound low deep within me.Silently contents trying to control my thoughts that quietly over shadows my passing moments.In thought,although silencing issues,a coarse of temporary insanity.A feeling subjecting the will.
The beautiful intensity that needs no lines a simple rewind...Tearing through the pages of my note books noticing but error after error.An intense feeling continuing to ensue.a laughter that last through and through;yet the issues can't be found,with life long concepts that are meaningless and rebounds.Through destiny I can't control,through life as all unfolds.
A moment confined by the ears and eyes,sacrificing golden velocities of a silence so golden.With eyes so deep,never-the-less my mind just seem to wonder.Talent maybe?not just an approaching story...a subject overcome and promises broken.A fear inside intimate words,rounding out the corners of the words.Bound beyond intuition and found by the pondering dreams.of daring attempts,it would bring.The insider's thoughts bursting in between the lines of darkness between the minds of sparring partners.
Lines told,remains on hold trying to unfold the deepness of silence.Cleansed of eyes that mends into a dark sleep,I shall follow.(Walking within the lines of the -breathless hollow.)Figments of the imagination with no temptation,a reverse of silence of instant astonishment,never meant yet, seen. Often so often screaming needs... a writer's means.Winding roads rolls into a spinning room...a shallow moment of glimmering doom.
Passing along the issues..,continuing on paper,the peace of mind lends no favors.Out from behind and up from under lingering in time,the thoughts of wonder.Clinging to the basics of time and clinching to the mellow of mind.Keeping a soft touch of reality trapped behind...a withering smile.
Up from the dark,into the eyes that holds... a fear between the rumbling slumber;yet, bold feelings never seem to render.Thoughts never seem remind,never seems to remember.Surrendering eyes untold,eyes of soft wonder unfolds.Glares of a world so small with wonder...softly sympathizing the chanting shame.A blinding image bares no blame.
