I WROTE A BOOK CALLED REALITY REVEALED AND I JUST WANTED TO SHARE MY POETRY WITH SOME OF YOU GUYS .....FOR NOW ON ... (copyrighted)
IM GOING TO START WITH THIS ONE HOPE YOU LIKE IT
Crying uder water
For numerous of reasons life has caused me,
To shed tears that has gone unnoticed,
Blending in with priorities and apprehensions,
Which make everyday life one full tear in itself,
I am a ripple fading into an existing extinction,
When lost becomes never to be found,
One by one the glare upon the mist of my surroundings,
Only notices the non breathing,
And the self intriguing,
For I am crying under water,
While my tears become nothing,
But the likeness of my environment
And People watch and stare waiting for me to come back,
And take that one breath that pushes me forward,
But I am not ready to cry on land,
So therefore, I’ll stay crying under water
With every season that passes by,
I become one with its time,
One night I’m frozen in the pathway of others,
And the next I am thawing out again in the walk ways of the cleaver
The only difference is I began to move slowly again
Looking up at your faces,
While you smile, I cry
But it goes unnoticed
Because I am crying under water
REALITYS TRUE POINT
FLOWALITY
one moree....
The Spirit of love
i layed down in my bed the other day
as my mind went every witch way
trying to imagine what was never there
why my heart crys for a mysterious tear
that will not fall into my arms
i thought of a hug that dissapered when i
opened up my eyes
and a kiss that reappered when i closed them
i daydreamed in the night for a passion
that comprehends with my attraction
i think of how love can hold your hand without you knowing
so i turned out the lights and danced with the night
wishing for and may wishing for a might
only to tire my self out from the actions of this figure
dying down and leaving me in wonder,
not to try and follow it's going
i think of how love can hold your hand without you knowing
how it chills the soul and leaves after it will inherit
to work on the other connecting spirit
it's a work in progress a work worth showing
and im left with thinking how love can hold your hand without you knowing