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My tongue is the pen of a ready writer

My tongue is the pen of a ready writer Each word I speak is a masterpiece brighter. Than any stroke of paint or ink so bold, My language flows, and my stories unfold. With each syllable, I paint a scene, Of love, of loss, of places I've seen. My words are my weapons, my armor is very strong, They can comfort, inspire, or sometimes right the wrong. My tongue is my vessel, my thoughts its sail, I navigate through life, and with words, I prevail. I pour my heart out, onto each selected page, My emotions, my thoughts, they never age. Like a pen in hand, my tongue never gets tired, For my passion just push my passioned desires. It knows no bounds, no limits to explore, It is a tool, a weapon, and so much more. So let my tongue be the pen of a ready writer, Through my words, I can be a painter. I'll paint the world in colors of my own, And with my poetry, I'll make them all known. 
Recent posts

Gran

Oh, grandmother, you raised me from just a little lad, You were the best grandmother I ever had, You gave me hope and you help me along the way, you made my bad days good oh how I hoped you had stayed. But it was time for you to go I know because with your last breath you said so, You’re with God now and keeping my brother's company when its time for me I hope I’ll be ready, Both of you are now free, and sometimes I feel sad but yet I am happy, You are with God your mummy and pappy. I have grown up and in my head, I’m still hearing, "put God in everything you do". Is what you were always saying.  

Mon Esprit

My mind is filled with so many things, I keep them in control under a locked call memory I look over sweet memories, I look over meaningful ways I look over concepts on some quiet days I am always in control when I let out my mind's memory strolls  

I'm Falling For Fall

Leaves of beautiful colors are all displayed, as you see them blowing all around on the ground and flying with the wind high in the air. A natural painting of color scenery, all decked on tress and on the ground of earth for all to see. Look at the ground as some constantly fall down carpeting it with pretty leaves of wear, as the leaves fall off of trees to get ready for winter that will be soon here. Oh! What a pretty sight with the leaves of color, red-orange-coral-green-brown, and some so pretty in yellow. It is just a magnificent view to see, as fall comes around, and leaves just break away from their branches and fall from each tree. I am falling for fall, the beautiful display of nature that enters all around like sweet music coming from a great big hall It's a beautiful and wonderful way that it displays itself in everyone's eyes and walkway.  

Natural Beauty, Sunshine Radiance With A Calming Effect.

So much natural beauty is around and you can see everything if only you will take the time to look around. Beauty is in the air in your pathways and in the bush trees, in the gardens beautifully decorated with pretty flowers that look so neat. Natural beauty is in everything you see, the butterflies, birds, and the little bees. The little seedlings go into a massive ground and it's only when they burst from the soil that we know where they come from. Look at the fireflies at night as they come out in the dark of the night, and every one of them gives off their light in sequence so that everyone can see just right. The chirping of the birds all with distinguished notes makes a beautiful chorus, and when we try to catch them they always fly away from us. The wind of air that blows through the air and as you listen, it goes through the trees making a sweet sound everywhere. The rain falling drops, hitting the glass windows and it sounds like a knock :)

What Is A Rainbow Without The Rain?

Through my years I've seen some spectacular views, the dominance of a natural happening that can clearly be viewed. A rainbow with its arch of appearance and dress of multiple colors, radiant and bright, a prominent natural feature that gives off beautiful pretty light. What is a rainbow without the rain, it's colored more vibrant beautiful colors are always the same? I've seen full arch rainbows on display, half-cylinder rainbows that didn't go anywhere. Small rainbows that just wrapped around clouds and a rare unique one that with the prettiest of pink showed up strong. I've even seen a teardrop rainbow shooting through the sky up high, and that was very rare so I had to take a picture for safekeeping so others could see that what I saw was no lie. I've seen so many rainbows sometimes I feel that they are displaying themselves for me to see, and every time they appear I pull out my camera so that I can have beautiful rainbow pho

Sundry Thinking To A Peaceful Awakening.

A way of a fine solitude and the immaculate way of seeing fallen dew.  A breath of fresh air a light atmosphere as time opens up to new.  Definitions of clarity widely pronounced words that suit me just right, with no intellectual challenges I don't have to fight.  A multitude of the ordinance a gift place in hand time echo a changing but not by the hands of man.  A peaceful and serenity of bliss a once challenging moment that you wouldn't miss.  Inner eyes open wide like an elevated tide to know what is to come always conscious and never dumb.  Sunny days turn to winter and then it's gone until seasons pass and winter again come around.  A push of elemental seasons a brush of fresh, cold and hot air surrounds us everywhere.  A changing of a spiritual realm and up to now some haven't noticed its changing ways they are still asking when?