I am an Artist Painting My voice Chasing dreams Protecting my heart Sharing my thoughts Not fond of green Deep embedded pain Loyalty can't be bought Romantic fantasy Brooks and streams Fields of bluebonnets Moonlit exctasy Rhymes and times Destressing And venting Love to hate Trust to lust Heaven sent Rainy days Hell is bent Holiday parades Uninhibited desires Passions raw Awaking nightmareres Bills to pay Poetic dues Open mind Does Grammer Really...
Seen how pleasant is the weather? Sun with cloud and breeze together, Gently faintly painting skies All in coloured pastel dyes, Its this nature that we love At times nice and at times rough, Which sculptures all around Thus defining the surround, Living things with living shades Up to down it all cascades.
a cry from a butterfly a silent lullaby, can only be perceived from those who have achieved, the right frame of mind who are duly inclined, to feel nature’s best stand out from the rest, comprehend the secret message of this lifelong beauty passage, and themselves serve as a muse for this message to diffuse, which goes right around the globe only for those who feel to belong.
A woman once told me that as time moves through your life and brings situations that you have to even question your own mind as well as your own heart, cause of the hurt and pain that bought nothing but suffering to your heart even breaking your soul of souls, into tiny little pieces of broken glass just because you believed the lies instead of opening up your eyes to see what is really before your eyes.