Unusual Initiating Peace

Melodies tapping my mind with blues from another space in time, placidly giving peace in an unusual initiating way. Writing to it's rhythm, knowing that it's going too slowly for intellect's creativity, preferring instead, rapid rhythms and tempos. Sojourn, yet moving, head hanging, stepping down stairs and hallways of lonely and forsaken episodes in life, going forward through the debris. Saddened recollections sidling up to the fence, emotions having been put out to pasture, feelings riding them around just for some exercise. Qualifying and gathering thoughts even through finding them too slow for my mind, which prefers rapid and fast melodies as stated above. Taking me into the future where I sit and write poetry, feeling the unusual beats stirring melting pots of an interior stance of rhythms. Always finding a way to create poetry no matter what the circumstances are in this life, knowing that life is a never-ending repertoire of experiences and events.