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"The Poet"
Words flow onto paper like rain , forming giant rivers
of unseen lands.
The very force guides us along a journey
that
holds of great adventure.
We are the explorers of the literary world.
We must find the courage to write what
others
are unable to, with the greatest
of passion.
A poet dreams. and then must portray his
visions upon the page that
lies before him.
It is the beauty of all things that inspires us
to communicate in such a way.
A man does not wake
up one day, and
decide to become a poet.
It must live in the very blood that courses
through his veins.
He is
the creator of a world, only he has
known.
He is the actor and director, of all that
speaks out through his pen.
He
is a man of all men, Visionary of all
visionaries.
What you haven't seen, he has.
What you can't say, he can.
For
he is the poet.
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"Beyond Limitations"
Placing one foot in front of the other, I've climbed to higher lengths. Reaching beyond my own limitations,
to show my inner strength. No obstacle to hard for this warrior to overcome. I'm just a man on a mission to prove, my disability
hasn't won.
"PEACEFUL GROUND"
Cool morning spit on bladed grass.
A thousand silky fingers tickling toes.
The strong scent of natures freshly cut hair.
Mans spiritual stomping ground toward inner peace.
"Message OF Love"
Unveil onto me, the true message of
the heart.
Fill me with it's knowledge, so I may
learn the art.
Supply me with the needed tools, to
create a lasting love.
One, not even Cupid and his arrow has
ever heard of.
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"Inside of Thee"
I kneel down before the shallow waters, to reveal my own reflection. Just a mere window of the soul,
is all that my eye's can be detecting. For what all that I consume, is not all that there is. We must look beneath the visual
shell, for that is where we live. Reach deep my friend, and you shall find much more than you conceive. For who or what we
may become, exist inside of thee.
"JAZZY SOUL"
Playing the sax with chipmonk cheeks,
boy man, that brass really blows.
Slap me with those screaming beats, that
fills a jazz mans soul.
"Nights Reflect"
Shadow puppets on the wall.
Dark carbon copies of what a
furnished room bares.
Into a black covered mirror, my
world reflects.
Showing me things, only the night
has to offer.
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"Let It Be"
Let it be,
that I may someday touch the stars.
When
all time for me has expired,
and the soul begins to part.
Guide me through the heavens,
where life
one day began.
A perfect creation,
molded right out of
our Fathers loving hands.
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