Poetry, poetry, oh how I love thee.
I would count the ways, if not for infinity.
The beauty of creativity, that comes out of me.
Distinctively, characterizes individuality.
Senses and emotions, everything experienced
differently.
Yet, i write what i feel, with hopes of connecting
everybody.
Conjoined for a moment in time, as all else remains
stationary.
Imagining the varying views, and effect is so sexy.
Often wondering why it was a necessity.
To write on paper expressively.
Pages in a book of life lived daily.
As all, I have gifts and abilities.
No better, no worse, just certain proclivities.
A blueprint imbedded in the wiring of me.
Architected by the father who lives heavenly.
Poetry, poetry, oh how I love thee.
Categories:
architected, poetry,
Form: Free verse
¿I’m a historic photograph,
Of architected authors,
Actively arguing with musical philosophers,
About whether psychology is a science ¿
Categories:
architected, 12th grade, art, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
My eye's dont lie from a distance i thought i
saw an angel dressed in white, as she came closer
like the morning sun her hips swift left and right like
leaves of a blossom tree bleu by the wind,she smiles like
a thousand roses picked from the botanical garden of Rosslyn
i thought to my self that spring came early this year.
Equipped with big bold beautiful eyes with so much light
in them, like X-ray visions i bet she can see right through
my soul as my heart beat like drums of Africa.Her eyes sparkling
like stars of the milky way ,accompanied by the clear blue sky
on a rainy day.
I thought her name was Lisa,she smiles like Mona-Lisa
carved exceptional so, it was obvious that she was architected
by Mary, crafted by Joseph himself then, then she became a
product of God.
Categories:
architected, angel, appreciation, art, beautiful,
Form: Imagism
One word synopsis
Poetic hypothesis
Foundation
on top of it
getting to the heart of it
Building and building
a life worth living
walls and ceiling
blessings with
misgivings
twiddly dinks
of a sphinx
and Nubian
ladies craved
naked cradling
princes as babies
White Jesus framed.
a boy called
first and
middle name.
A king to be
dirty are his feet.
clay for foundation
El Shaddai molded
from shackles, shacks
and hypertension
stop pretending
from a premises
he was owed
something
God had
already given.
Black dignity
redefined from
ancient times
We stood
inline with royalty
and the stars were
named by us.
That house
on the Nile
was architected
by us.
Categories:
architected, black african american,
Form: Prose Poetry