We have beheld her as a sensual mother,
Desiring her many pleasures as no other...
Dreams begin in the mind
Daring and unconfined...
The moon so bright
glows in the night...
Rhythms of speech, rhythms of the heart
Synthesis of the mind, and spirit of the art...
And I pray that you are as happy
as you pretend that you are...
The birds can fly
Fly up through the sky...
This is dedicated to a woman that was able to give...
A SINGLE FEATHER IN HER BRAIDED HAIR...
He is with me at home,
he is with me at school...
Distance
Neglect...
Slow down and write out your words.
Poetry is not a race, its a passion, a love...
Anger rolls off me like a wave
Those who stick around must be brave...
[EDITED] With great help from
*DarkSpirit. Thank you...