in between some uncharted courses.
The adventure of lifetime races
plunges through this avid explorer’s veins… Windswept plains, often the soul reminds
sensitive souls, cool the racing pulse.
Windswept valleys, the pollen reminds
nature’s rebirth, show flowers bloom pearls. Invite me into castles’ gleaming
hopes to capture imaginations.
Come with intent to reigniting
awe within the heart’s integration
chains… Windswept coasts, balms of summer reminds
beachgoers, chill fevers of love starved.
Windswept mesas, psalm to treks remind
adventurers, vantage points observed. Vacation with me in your mind’s eye;
the victim of time unmonitored.
Travel creation’s, a passerby,
throughout landscape lanes unregistered
pain… T.M. Prada
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Minds travel when entering sleep throughout corridors dark and deep. Probable realities live within the psyche’s creative. Blast the obstruction that competes with unconscious intellect’s keep. Snapshots within the dreamer’s mind form circuits, electrical binds. Videos build interactions as movies’ coming attractions. Impulses feed the dreamer’s mind, communication on rewind. Changelings thrive of every hue finding meals while I continue, and moving toward a bleak shore I wonder what resides in store. Penetrate folds in space and time revealing infinite design. Words spoken by the dreamer’s mind float in musical thought and rhyme. Phrases sung with satisfaction slide through throngs loving reactions. Poems created from dreamer’s mind live beyond, before, and resigned. Buildings bow before me somehow while existing inside wayward clouds. Creatures speak complete in stature while interact, thinking captured. Touching now within that moment, I wake with memories golden. T.M. Prada Copyright © 2014 https://www.facebook.com/notes/terri-m-prada-writerpoet/dreamers-mind/706029369446976
Been waiting around this town like something is going down. Missing me for greater part, it rips holes into my heart. Could you know my building pain alone dying from disdain? Oh, I’ve been feeling quite low and aching deep in my soul. Oh, I’ve been feeling quite low; it’s something only you know. Could life bring me more than that shifting through untyped contracts? Oh, I’ve glimpsed tinted visions amidst angels milling sweet. Oh, I’ve glimpsed painted visions, a multifaceted treat. Been looking for inclusion with my unique solutions. Inventions with intention provide my isolation. Would you soothe this heart throbbing with society’s prodding? Oh, I’ve visited the realm with intentions at the helm. Oh, I’ve lived within the realm becoming much overwhelmed. Would you perceive me between, situated at mid-stream? Oh, I’ve escaped windswept plains bordering grand failed designs. Oh, I’ve survived hidden plains isolated for consign. Reflecting on perfection on my heaven’s connections, I learn that intervention serves allied recollections. Should we convene, intervene, or rally time in between? Reflecting on perfection, adjust for stimulation. T.M. Prada Copyright © 2014