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Apr 2012
Howling in the early morning streets of eternity! looking, well I’m always looking for something and maybe I’ve already found it, yet I still search, for there is still so much that I don’t see. Sounds greedy you say? When it comes to life and soaking up every droplet of her flowing water I don’t believe such a word as greed exist. I’m ready for my feet to take me where my mind already is….paradise. I’d watch a flower grow if it was going to teach me something, maybe patience that thing I can’t seem to possess. I look out my window and see the same things I’ve seen for 23 years, man what a drag…puff, puff, (woman blankly smokes a cigarette, I wonder if she knows she’s in my view as I give the world my ramblin’ sermon of the soul) I’d like to walk the earth one day without any conventional way of living, just digging the eyes of splendid lost souls whom all move wearily throughout their blank existence. We all share that same internal struggle yet most don’t talk about it, but I will. I look at my love, enchanting brown sunflower that she is and sometimes she looks so lost, troubled by the words and perception of man. I pray fervently that one day she’ll take off her mask of uncertainty and let the universe bask in her gracefulness. When will people learn that the most important element of life is happiness, I think it’s a word seldom understood.
Ryan Jones
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