Back to the isolated Island
The story of Jack of all trade was just an imaginary story
Many believe that it's was just an
Myths
until the Knight
Paint up the image
Yes
Thanks you for calling again but
remember
Love is what you feel no matter what you see
Just remember whenever Its comes to this,
We do not even dare play
the games because we've
already defeat illusion countless times
Remember we walk away
as if it nothing...
Just like a silent gun
Always ready to kills
At Given moments,
Flames please burn away
because right now
I cannot even breathe.
Remember you said forever... forever
before you turn away
But if it time for death
let's just goes back to the ancient world
Where our story remain unfold
Love is real no matter what you see
For real I remember stones never cracks
But As for now
I'm just a burning flames
With unsaid words
Ability to decipher
Beauty beyond imagination
Charismatic and cool headedness of yours
Dedication to things you do
Elephantic nature of your imagination
Foundation of your beauty that is natural
Gorgeousness of your physique
Happiness that comes with your company
Intellectual sagacity of yours that is incomparable
Jack of all trade master of all that you are
Knowledge of your profession you display that amazes me
Loving you is so going to be amazing
Most especially,
Nurse in the making that you are
Of which you are bound to be caring
Please listen to your heart and pick the clarion call of my heart
Queuing is not my thing
Religion might want to serve as an obstacle
Surely my heart beats for you
Truly I am in love with you
Understanding you is my heart desire
Valentines I want to celebrate with you
With you I believe Love will be fun
Xylophone I will make sure is played at our dates
Your company I want to crave for
Zoning you in my love city I want to do
For you are my heart desire.
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Ability to decipher
Beauty beyond imagination
Charismatic and coolheadedness of yours
Dedication to things you do
Elephantic nature of your imagination
Foundation of your beauty that is natural
Gorgeousness of your physique
Happiness that comes with your company
Intellectual sagacity of yours that is incomparable
Jack of all trade, master of all that you are
Knowledge of your profession you display that amazes me
Loving you is so going to be amazing
Most especially
Nurse in the making is who you are
Of which you are bound to be caring and passionate
Please listen to your heart
Pick the call of my heart
Queuing is not my thing
Religion might want to serve as an obstruction
Surely my heart beats for you
Truly I am in love with you
Because you are my heart desire...please
Come into my life
Virgie's Song
"Blessed assurance,
Jesus is mine".
"Oh what a foretaste
of glory divine."
Her song hunged
in the air,
like sweet mist
on this spring morn.
Windows open,
stale smell
of winter wisps
into memory.
Workng her way
throughout the house
in bare feet,
sing-songing and humming.
Mopping this, dusting that.
Singing during her busy work.
Old gospel songs from
her youth in Mississippi.
Tough times,
hard times,
for most back then.
Never enough, but just enough.
Her daddy, jack of all trade,
made sure of that.
It was those songs,
hymns of hope,
better times to come,
that soothed a soul.
Made life a
little more bearable.
She sang those songs
from her heart.
Believing
what her God
was promising.
Kids play outside,
but they can hear her.
"Amazing grace,
how sweet the sound."
Wind and song,
come together as one.
Her songs haven't
been heard for awhile.
House of my youth
long gone.
Sitting in my yard,
on a spring evening,
Sometimes,
I hear the sweetness
of her voice,
the security of her song
flowing on a breeze.
6/12/17
She hopes to be a biologist
Like on the CSI TV shows
And I’m sure one day
She will wear her doctor cloths
She watches a horror movie
As she eats her food tonight
An thou it got lots of blood
She still enjoy every bite
She is tough as nails
But gentle like a flower
And just to make her smile
I call her little miss horror
She also like teaching
She’s like a jack of all trade
And what ever she sets to build
She will get it made
One time talking to her
I ask who she will marry
She said she has no one
she will marry a monkey
She can make you laugh
On days you don’t see the sun
So to make her smile
I call her little miss fun
She dreams of going to Italy
And it will come true
She is the kind of person
Completes what she sets out to do
She’s not afraid of anything
At home she is like a doctor
If there any cut or bruises
They always comes to her
She watching two and a half men
With Charlie, Jake and Allan
Then go play bingo on wire
She got some credits in hand
She likes to dance
And she can really sing
So to make her smile
I call her little miss everything
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