It's roots are a foothold
To a mainstay stem
That shoots arms so strong
To hold person and string
Rope and note in his bag
Dire fully, he scrutinizes it
Till he locates a stronger hand
Fit to send him to dead-land
Throngs are amassed, astounded
Officers seek for testaments
His loved ones are richly wailing
Now he's like a drooping ceiling
Who is my reader? My reader is my guest
In the secret of his corner of host
He welcomes me as an instructor or tractor
In the sector of her golden mind
She listens to me as minister or tax collector
Who is my reader? My reader is my leader
My reader is my adviser, my redeemer
Transports me from writer to author, messenger
Elevates me from speaker to preacher, immortal
Promotes me from player to director, instructor
My reader is my uncle, my reader is my anchor
In the dark street of his solitude, altitude
He accepts me as nephew or follower
In the cold corner of his addiction, condition
He sings along with me as inmate or soul-mate
Fight me with ,his muscles brown, wrestler
Read me with her avid eyes full of tears, lawyer
Who is my reader? My reader is my listener
In his mental imagery, he scans me between lines
He portrays me as storyteller or fortuneteller
Scrutinizes me between my words, inspector
Who is my reader? my reader is my provocateur
Who is my reader? My reader is my challenger
My reader is my mother,my reader , my mentor
my reader may be a writer,my reader is my printer
As dusk approaches the coruscating purple fog appears
While creatures great and small undertake their residence of sleep
But in that beautiful ambiance the werewolf scrutinizes
I have chosen Visual 6.
Everyone fears summer's or winter's storms
proceeded by wrathful winds devastating many a grave,
and as the squirrels run for shelter
many trees fall on isolated roads...
see them break in two missing a scary bear;
behind this pelting window I fret and pray that I will live!
Who believes that all storms are started by a God who scrutinizes?
Isn't He very angry seeing the rampant wickedness below?
So with powerful lightning he strikes churches and temples;
will all guilty preachers hide from the Shepherd's furious glow?
A storm will not cause a Deluge as in Noah's days, believers can tell,
but danger is proof that bad deeds will be punished to uphold justice
and those who choose life will keep his commandments without malice;
let others do as they will, which other planet below Heaven is like Hell?
Written by Andrew Crisci
0n 7/30/2014
A hand to hold that's what she wish..
A hand who will not let go...
Rather a hand that holds not tight nor loose..
A hand that is firm to touch...
Eyes that even without words speak, she asks..
Eyes that looks not only of the outside..
Rather eyes that scrutinizes details..
Eyes who when stares, hugs and encourages..
Ears that listens attentively, she says..
Ears which when hears doesn't judge..
Rather, ears sensitive to feelings hidden by tones..
Pair of ears that seeks to clarify..
A heart that clearly understands, she adds..
Heart that is not of richness from golds..
Rather, a heart swelling with pureness..
One heart beating all specially love...
BY:olive_eloi
Aug. 26,2013
8:48pm
Dedicated to: all who believes in love
---->>> Faith, hope and Love... The greatest of this is love...
there is a drone in a transparent jar
on the stool
my sister is watching him intently
her cheeks raised and teeth glittering
she scrutinizes as it flaps while climbing
it crawls up and pauses midway
it takes quick breathe,
pumps its abdomen and pulls up again
its almost leaving the jar when...
my sister chuckles and vibrates the jar
with her little finger
the drone crumbles and falls on its back
its feathery wings stuck at the bottom
and feet kicks the air.
my sister burst out laughing...and... stops
the drone is turning over
heading for the dry corner of the jah..
my sister rolls her eyes and waits...
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