I am flying my kite,
arouse my heart to higher heights.
My isosceles triangular thought,
and circular rotating life,
Everything Affects Something
What if tears cleansed the soul?
What if laughter charged the soul?
What if speaking opened the heart?
What if silence revealed it?
Another Way To Poetic Words
Scatter yourself in the wind, allowing any direction to float.
Landing upon many a person, inser yourself inside their coat......
Listen and note each thoughtless thought, conversation and attitude, careful to jot any simple jot, that catches in your shoot. (lol)
After gathering moments of mind, review your notes you see;
Brain Cell Search
I took all my brain cells and put them in a pile.
I dug for good ideas, it took quite a while.
Found some old memories, some old lost thoughts,
some dried up, some soiled with spots.
Figments Of Imagination
Thinking a little one day I realized that my life (as they say in the movies) , was formatted for the time allotted for this body I occupy.
The transportation/image/personality vehicle, trying to keep me in this dream, deceiving my very self strapped into it.
I realized I love a few in these passing years, a few loved me....even a few who made brief appearances in my days. I loved some songs, some days and some places.