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Legacy

as a child I had dreams with visions in my mind I sought peace from nature & grasp meaning of words asking a lot of questions along life's journey my grandma always said, "Why be in a hurry". I drew pictures in the sky of kings and queens far off places with dungeons and dragons. always reading book with story's of adventure in time I would venture to my swing & sing although many years have passed still having every reason to grasp a hold of my legacy a willingness inside to achieve then the seasons have chamged i was in my teens had a fascination with girls but it was only out of lust I was in quite a rush until I caught mono & had to go to the hospital all I wanted to be was on center stage so I became lead in my play that event made everyone's day i must say then i was prom king there was a working in me at the fall of 1989 I decided to write my first poem, "Remembrance Of A Loved One". based on the break up with my first girl friend named Michelle that poem was a great story to tell then it was the changing of the season & out came nine eleven with the twin towers filled with sorrow I poured myself into writing instead of hiding all the time leaving behind a legacy by which to achieve then my father died & i was said again yet over time i would shine through the sorrow & pain my creative writing was always free verse yet i also wrote prose that leads into today where I'm on display having 2, 000 poems toward my platform writing on various topics of religion, nature & suspense yet i still haven't made a dent still each day i pray to the good Lord up above that he would shape me into a legacy this is my humble plea so check my writings out it will give you pause to reason what it is I'm talking about

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