The Writer

You don't have to be a model  you don't have to look cute,  you don't have to be beautiful or you don't have to be rude,  beauty doesn't have to be on the outside,  it can be shown on the inside to,  not in your face,in your shape,it don't have to be about your physical being,  people tend to look at beauty on the face of someone they see,  to me it's the personality,the strength ,mind and ways of the heart,  when someone does not have good qualities in these beauty has no part . 

words evolving in rhyme,  keep flowing all the time,  simple in nature,  radiant in color,  moving all across the  air waves ,  dark coming out of the deep,  words moving ,running like feet,  makes the eyes and mind alert,  words are even crying you can feel the hurt,  words of life,growth and strife,  all words all have life,  as they fill up one's appetites,  words of surroundings,nature and light,  stars,the sun and moon that brightens the night,  words of death and words of birth,  or flowers just bursting from the earth,  words a plenty,  sweet,bitter or minty,  illustrating what was,what is or what is mean't to be ,  Poetic Voices is what we turn out to be  

Snowflakes drop from the sky,  Crystallize perfect, wise in all size,  Each flake with a different style,  As each one fall with position and glide,  To fall on the ground, cars, houses, tress even on me,  Then after they drop their shape then disappears,  As each one combines as they all seem to be aware,  As they join together each time of the year,  To create a soft then turn hard element that we all call snow,  White fluffy and pretty and all over it will show. 

Poets and Poetry proclaim, As each poem is never the same, Each is a piece of the poet at heart, As they put pen to paper and make a start, To produce poems and poetry for everyone to enjoy,  Every man, woman, girl and boy.  art written to perfection, As each poem goes out in all directions,   

Lies and more lies is all he can say,  Just telling more lies every day,  Things he’s doing and trying to be discreet,  But everyone knows all he is doing is deceit,  Bye to you and then he is gone,  You will not see him until the break of dawn,  To come back to you to tell you some sorry tale,   His lies are all now getting quite stale,  More lies, byes and deceit coming from his mouth,  When he leaves he goes either north, west east or south,  I had time to think and all I can say to you,   Is never come back because the both of us are through 

I am so glad to be free so free,  No one will understand how I feel inside,  For once in my life I feel secure and happy and my heart is alive,  It’s alive and filled with happiness from the touch that my Father gives,  And it’s flowing out from in me it’s like water flowing through a sieve,  I never felt this happy; never ever can I remember when,  And I am feeling this way because God filled me up with his blessing, love, etc and every is blend,  It’s all mixing up and causing an eruption of heavenly fire,  And worshiping my Lord and Savior I have done it because that was always my desire.    

I’m sitting here at my window as I look to the sky,  Way up yonder glistening so high,  Stars shinning like gems all put in place,  All the way up all out in space,  I can see them twinkling in rhyme,  As I glanced at my watch to see what’s the time,  Its ten pass two and they are all there,  Like little torch lights high in the air.