Dreaming dreams of elevated transcendence’s,
living life dwelling in the essences,
of my conscious creative imaginative,
making the most of my mindful cognitive.
Inspirational feelings are momentary,
repeated in words just like a commentary,
conveying my feeling of literary clumsiness,
rhyming and writing in divine solemness,
trying to exude the passion of soulfulness,
draining my being until there is nothing left.
This is an expression of writing to me,
a vague and approximate stab at creativity,
hoping not to come across with any asperity,
but simply showing to others my necessity,
for purging my mind and purging my soul,
for getting my words out and telling all,
about how important this is to me,
in the simplest way without any complexity,
but nothing is simple in the scheme of life,
everything we say and everything that we write,
comes from a spiritual universal stance,
and will do this until I dance my last dance.
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