If it was my last write what would I say?
What would I leave...
Confused and poisoned thoughts to begin
Uneducated words of minds twisting within...
You swing that thing with ease each day
All that time in those leafed lands...
True beauty shines within us
So why do we talk to mirrors...
From passing storm with trying times,
my vessel worn from smeared begrimes...
Angels among Us
There are things in life...
by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist
I have failed a hundred times of my career
But I will never stop, never tired to stand still...
Granted my writing has hit a lot of lows,
It also has quite a few highs...
It was the year of 1986
Reagan was President...
Fraudulent people are making
the earth a muddy domain...
Have you noticed the green of the grass?
How it suffers through the seasons...
A lot of people are waiting
But do they know what they’re waiting for...