Some would say the more isolated the person, the less thee expansion of a brighter day gathers inside him...
I haven't tried to define that equinox of thought to it's fullest extent as of yet...
But I guess when your day is not full of the luxury of love, it may be hard to imagine a time where there are blissful thoughts of progressive connections...
Conceptualizing this idea is my obstacle in this edition of Riva’s renditions...
The greatest escapist of theatrical expression,
centers my desire of continual recollection...
I live in the remembrance of love, of what once was...
"The times" have injured my aspect,
In such a way, I rather thrive in the decay of the day...
But wouldn't it be a treat to sink deep into a thought of loving someone again?
Being smitten with kisses and visions of lusty images?
Ohh palpitating heart, run-away with these thoughts in my art,
let's embark in a necessary spark...
Brandish your light on my dark, hearken to me, revive this carcass to gather a beat...
Stagger pass the dagger of heat,
plunge it in the heart of my soliloquy...
Bring it back one more time for the road, & let it breathe life into this humble abode.
Written by Theodore Johnson Jr aka TRJ
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