Fastball - My Spiritual Awakening through Baseball
I can hit the fastball But I really want to hit the slider Same thing in writing verse The erotic comes easy but my own core emotions always leave me wanting more fom myself
So, no erotic poems this morning Going back to the basics My need to write I hope you will let me in Even though I have been hard on you I'm not a bad guy And I don't spit too much When I'm at the plate
On day one God made day light And the darkness He called "night". On the second day He made the sky Parting sea from rain clouds with space dry. The first plants grew on day three, When He raised dry land from the sea. The moon, stars and sun He made on day four To light skies above, behind and before. Birds, water beasts, came alive By His hand on day five. Land animals, then man, He made on the sixth day, Completing earth and heavens in their vast array. Seeing all...
Roaming on a white cloud No matter time of year In the blistering sun Or frozen sleet and snow
A spiritual sacred creature to call upon That grazes on illness and ailment Replaces uncertainty with tenacity Bestowing bravery for your next step † To stampede into a war cry † Towards the cliff of cancer Challenging it with strength Mustered prayer and faith † To take the courageous leap To be graced with hope And a herd of † † White Buffalo
Power of the Light is filling up with Kindness and Respect Cuz that's way I treat all of the Ladies because they are all unique and special in their own way so let the light shine upon me and all the Ladies who need to be shown Respect and Kindness Filling us all with the Power of the Light
Mmm.. I love you man... To the emollient of your scent to the aura from which you stand Is the canal of my womb my brotherís keeper The intellectual placenta to give him his philosophical ingenuity A soft voice of perceptions when in his primitive state of mind Are his ears entrenched to the outcries of societyís deprivation of mistrust
The faint echoes of ancient times carousels through the lineage of his marrow Does he not comprehend he commands fate by his whispers to the winds Until his hand like a staff and rod they will always...