A very long time ago
a family of Hobbits and butterflies met
In the deep magical forest
In Northern England they bred
Now since then we have had a few spotting's
of what seems to be a firefly or sparkler lighting
On a new moon she flickers colors of beauty , eyes of Emerald , wings of gold
Floating up mystical streams of white caps on a oak leaves she goes
The glimpse of a firefly or was that a Fairy in Flight ?
purple , pink , white rainbow lights , within the trees of twilight
The night Owl watches over her with loyal protection
the Fairy is going extinct , the animals of the forest honor the magic I mention
The Fairy fly's from Tree to Wild flower , The Birds awaken to sing
For they will orchestrate the stage , she dances' the ballet and will twirl
Her grace is captivating and enchanting through every living creature and thing .
On a Boat she stole away , it has been said , on the Columbus
You may spot her having Jasmine tea and cranberry crumpets with a dollop of maple
Or a whole flock have been spotted by Marion berries , 4 o'clock tea ,a bell will be ringed.
If the Fairy chooses to be seen , it has been said Love will enter your life and existence , The Fairy beauty , a Vision will live in your dreams .
The Magic will be carried and her vision to be cherished .
Next time you are out on a mystical night ,look closely at the flickering lights .
The Fairy will bless your precious soul with love and insight .
for my Daughters ,
Tawny Marie, Danielle and Grandchild, Trinity Faith.
I never hide anything from you,
Told you nearly everything about me,
Just wanted your appreciation,
Instead my angel why gave me rejection.
Just like a kid cry for toys,
Just like a poet cries when being rejected by publishers,
Just like parents cry for their children’s pain,
More then just like that, I cry and cried for you.
My angel now I can’t eat,
I can’t even drink properly,
Days and nights are passing,
But still I am in love and thinking of you.
Please come back,
I will be always yours,
Just give me one chance to prove myself,
Why you have rejected me without giving any chance.
You are so pretty my angel,
But let me tell you something,
I would have still loved you,
If you were not that pretty.
She's the flour in the middle of a fertile desert soil
She dreams of my dreams when i dream she dreams dreams that we dream
She's a speechless pole
She's a footstep away from my soul
She dreams of my goal
She's my African queen
Her womb carriers the nation's poetry
She takes me back to my dreams in chains
I make my own God she believes
She's one minute past jealousy
She's the speed of an angry poem in the dark
The black paint building an arch
The spirit of a mic resurrected by a dead poem
Speechless pole stronger than cone
She's my poem
She's my poetic lyrical port
I can see by the blushes right under my rhymes
She's so beautiful she makes you read her repetedly
She's my poem
I simply love being me
for I am so good at everything
step into my city and they
will tell you who is King
one day when I am hungry
I will swallow everything
then and only then shall I
inherit the stuff I dream
even then I promise
not to settle for satisfaction
at any instant half a second
I could spring into full action
so go against me? please,
you do not even measure
up to half of the goodness
that I hold tight like my treasure
still spreading rumors about me
to try and destroy my life
can't believe I let myself get beat by
a stripper and my self-intended knife
try and say I'm gay
even though we both know that isn't the truth
just ask any woman I been with
if they ever needed proof
they'll say I was the cream of the crop
as they took it all night knowing
I just may never stop
I own the status of a legend
now what you got left to say
when I bring it twenty-four seven?
Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried
by the dove of someone I use to know.
If its money I got its money ill keep.
If its money I have its money ill weep.
If its love that I give its love ill receive.
For I am but no one who just see's beneath.
Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.
What lives in moisture's molecules, water crystals dripping
Downwards, frozen tears of the winter angels, forming a
Crystalline ice cocoon, within life's angelic essence thrives,
A metamorphism of beauties extreme, bursting forth
Behold the ice butterfly.
Sliver's sheer wings of delicate perfection, fluttering on a
Wintery November breeze, spreading flights appendages wide,
It captures the arctic currents beneath, soaring through the
Thickets barren wilderness.
Angelic creatures whirling majestically, a swirling swarm
Of fragility, symmetrical elegance in motion, reflective
Chambers of crystal light, the colors palate array, are trapped,
Within their graceful wings of ice.
Nature's magnificent work of art, flying aloft ever so
Gently, nipping at the frosty lace floating from heaven,
A cascading blizzard of snowflakes, blissfully descends
Upon a wintery wonderland.
Living icicles glittering in the cold sunset, set free
Unto liberation's crisp chilly air, light as feather’s
Down, soaring flit to flights ascension, circling each
Other in wild abandonment’s carefree play, drifters
Castaways lost amongst kindred's mischief.
As tenderly lain is the mornings dew, does it's
Limbs rise and fall thus softly, resting at a stands stilled
Pause, such beauty captured in silence's repose.
The Aurora Borealis, in kaleidoscope a shimmering
Prism of brilliance, sparkling with winter's natural
Essence, purified by the temperatures frigidity.
Shine little ice butterfly, for soon life's ice-kissed
Spell, shall be broken by the first warming breath
Of spring, enchantments flutter bug, inspiration's
Muse, melts away at the thaws ember, revealing
The evergreen beneath the powders white.
I am the maker of miracles
a real spiritual man
waltzing through shadows
as they pull me back in
I know I must escape them
any way I can
I know the way out
like the back of my hand
It's just me and the maker
together, he and I
I told you God is in me
you just thought I was high
talking with the Zeta's
they tell me just why
everything has an ending
and the old me, must die
I'm Calm as a bomb
in the eyes of a storm
they stare upon me
as if I've been warned
turn me inside out
as a goodness is born
I wear my battle scars
so stars know I'm war torn
When the gift of life
is freed from inside
the fire starts fading
then the anger subsides
like the great phoenix,
I go back in time
a miracle is born
and now that I'm revived
in my new life, I shine.
My battery fully charged
the week is brand new
all the lost loved ones
are telling me thank you
for bringing them to life
in my memory yesterday
now I am ready
to win in any way
and nothing can hold me
back from my dreams
people are staring
in utter disbelief
they think the devil
has contracted my life
little do they know
I took the path to the right
and now I am reaping
the rewards in my struggle
so much so that now
I've reduced my enemies to rubble
and now I am standing
on the power of my own
alive in the jungle of my mind,
my kingdom, I'm home
to see the new dawn
and for all those now gone
I will always remember you
and your spirit will live on.
When Fancy`s Fairy barefooted runs in the happy green,
The blond bees dance near honey comb in New Jersey…
One Ocean distance to lie in daily gray and self mercy:
This butterfly lost the way of Brasil Carnival just seen
In virtual 3D in the last movie of the “generation mall”
At the European new poles beyond the old courtain.
The goldfish .jpg ,pdf , new prezi in chatrooms mentain
Virtual people looking for exotic food, forgot the call.
Beyond pictures.jpg, new projects.prezi kept in leptop,
Postmodern hermeneutics of love lost the compass
And compassion in this aquarium whose ocean may pass
All in those proclaimed Mayas last days ,they will stop.
Staying on the large yellow water lily, a frog like me
Is fascinated by the ocean of your eyes and their swords.
I Goggle out at the little crumbs of bread and words
As thrown by the good visitors of the small lake free.
“Your bread is dry and dull: You are not good for Soup!”
I wanted to share the dinner with my noble neighbor:
A reddish tortoise stopped near my poetical harbor.
I know. I know I don`t live in Galapagos with your group.
Defiant white and red beets wait on the table` bands;
Horse radishes with invisible pricking javelin, vinegar,
Turkey, salad decorated with sweet basil, potatoes eager.
Family, Trinity, prayers, smiles, candles shaking hands.