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Beautiful Things

Laughter is beautiful.
It is the manifestation of joy.

Love is beautiful.
It eliminates all war, all fear, and all hate.

Peace is beautiful.
It brings hearts, nations, and all creatures together.

Hope is beautiful.
It is the souls anchor in the storm.

Truth is beautiful.
It is unchangeable, it is constant.

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Within Her Eyes

Like an angel, she carries the presence of celestial purity.  

She is more than delight for carnal eyes; she quenches an intellectual thirst.

In her spirit, wisdom and virtue expand to a cosmical volume.  

Look. Within her eyes… you will see what I see

Enter in, through that spectacular gateway.

Gaze past the olive-green iris. Yes, beyond that enigmatic window.

Her mind is a universe of flawless cognition and intellectual wholeness.  

Look. Within her eyes… you will see what I see

Her heart is serene, like silent sunsets that lay with grace. 

Her affection is constant, orbiting around the goodness of her being. 

Can you see my angel? With olive eyes, a cosmic mind, and love that shines.

Look. Within her eyes… you will see my paradise

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My Mama and Papa

My Mama and my Papa. They're good and kind, pure and refined. 
Sixty-three years together, their loves become genuine.
Like sweet expressions of art; Papa a poem and Mama a song.
With me, they share their wisdom. I listen and see their words take wing.
This is their story, spoken through his poetry and sung through her song:
Once on destiny’s field, a confident Poem chanced an eloquent Song. 
By providence divine, the Jasmine intertwined with the Muscadine. 
A Ruff-neck blue-collar, beholden to a bride of serene waters. 
Two artists with a portrait in progress. Colored in Faith, in Trust, in Love.
One child comes. Another. Then two. Dressed in his rhyme, kept by her tune.
Four paved paths; scented with sweet Jasmine, bearing fruits of Muscadine’s.
Their children are raised and grand-baby’s grow. A harvest, good and kind.
Their past has become distant, but that love so genuine continues on.
It sails over waves of struggle. It conquers, even in the brutal storms. 
Through the trials, the Song acquired her virtue and the Poem gained his grit.
Like royalties of time, Crowned with gray hair and cloaked in old skin.
To open-eared youth, they offer insight and share their understanding.
His wisdom speaks thru weathered words. Her sweet song waters thirsty ears. 
Their portrait, is still being made. An aesthetic piece of art, valued thru time. 
Sixty-three-year journey; their bodies display age, but their spirits are primed.

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The Forest Princess

Through meadows of sweet lavender
The Forest Princess roams.
A crown of vibrant wildflowers,
Sits softly, with her curly locks in flow 
Sweet perfumes travel through air;
She smiles as they catch her nose.
She finds delight in all of nature.
Like moss on stones, her spirit grows.

She rises with the mist of morning,
Awaking the pines from their sleep.
She dances with the Autumn winds;
And laughs with the chatty streams.
Infant lilies rise to hear her sing
Embracing the loving warm beam.
Her garden is humble but dazzling.
Lined in petals and stems in green.

She sits with her kingdom awhile
She kisses the jasmine and iris,
While sweet dandelion sends a smile
Her hands offer them a gentle caress.
She speaks in silence to sad-hearted willows,
She softens their weeping, from natures duress.
She nurtures their roots, making them well.
Such is the love of the Forest Princess.

She’s a friend to lonely blue springs.
Faithfully keeping, the land and sea.
She breathes life on all that is dying.
To her garden, she’s all she can be.
Day by day, she’s steadfast in giving.
A servant to nature, its one true royalty.
The Forest Princess, with her heart shining
light's a way for her forest country.

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My Fathers Hands

Look at my father’s hands and you will see HIS heart.
You will see what he stands for and what sets him apart:
His CHARACTER is traced through the lines of his leathery palms.
His perseverance IS REVEALED in every scar that brought him pain.
His faithfulness, it beams THROUGH those rugged calluses’.
His honesty, it reflects off of HIS battered knuckles.
His LABORS, you can feel them in his strong and steady grip.
On his hands you will see a beautiful and virtuous soul.
Look at my father’s hands and you will see his heart.

His character is revealed through his labors.

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Mr Timekeeper

A dusky sky becomes night as I lay here in bed. The
thoughts are Endless, as they run through my head.
I dream of sweeter days, oh, where did time go?
I want to get it back and take it in slow.
Mr. Timekeeper, could you do me a favor? 
Turn back the clock, we’ll fix it later.
Back to a momma’s boy, with freckles on my nose. 
When I’d chase my brothers with the water hose.
Just a little bit shy and a lot too rough. 
Boy, I could cry. But man, was I tough.
I learned about life and did what was told. 
Everything’s different when your 8 years’ old.
Now, I’m all grown, but really not much. 
Don’t know what it means to be a grown-up.
Work keeps me busy, while I learn how to fly. 
By no means perfect, but I gotta try.
Until then, I think I’ll reminisce. 
On the childhood days’ that seemed better than this.
Mr. Timekeeper, could you do me a favor? 
Turn back the clock, we’ll fix it later.
Back to a green-eyed boy, with a two-foot smile. 
Making daddy proud when I read my bible.
Jesus held me tight; 'Til waves began crashing. 
The cancer took form, like dark clouds come storming.
A Brother lost the fight. Levi, I prayed for more time.
An Innocent soul gone, by natures foulest crime.
I learned about life and tried to be bold. 
But, It’s hard to understand, at 8-years-old.
Mr. Timekeeper, I need no more favors. 
Cause now I remember, how time passed me over.
The day Levi died, the joy was lost to me. 
A teary-eyed boy, dried his tears on times sleeve.
Buried but not forgotten, that pain is inside me. 
It looks like a brother, with his heart still in pieces.
I may be grown, but not all that much. 
I’m just a child, who’s body grew up.
I still fear tomorrow and what it will bring.
Yesterday pains me, with the sad song it sings.
Mr. Timekeeper, where can I look?
To find that old joy, the grave swallowed up?
I’ve learned about life and how it is cold. 
I thought it'd be different, at 8 years old.

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Love, the Energy of Life

The Creator is Love,

He manifested into Love

He redeemed us with Love

Love is the energy of Life

Be Love

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Gems

Countless gems of splendor, all equally fair.
Showing their glory; all treasure’s so rare.
Her humble beginning; modest and without shine.
She grows under pressure and forms over time.
By earth’s brutal force, she’s inflicted and immersed.
Merciless laws, enforced by the universe.
Persistence, persistence; the roots of her perfection.
Such serenity ensued from that ruthless production.
Now she is treasured, now she is divine.
An undisputed beauty; a manifestation so benign.
She’s no accident, nor a product of chance;
She’s a deliberate design, shining with magnificence.

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To My Soul

Broken, beaten, humbled is my name.
No words to speak, I have little strength to stand.
I am without passion and my hope is faded.
Outwardly I am walking, but without purpose.
My heart can speak, only one word.
Sorrowfully, I scream out “why”?
Why, has my passion died?
Why, has my hope gone cold?
Why, has my vision gone blind?
My soul is sick, it is diseased.
It is plagued by a lack of desire.
My zealous ambition has disintegrated.
My eyes examine my soul; disgusted by such mutilation.
My nose identifies its odor; a repulsive stench of melancholy.
My ears hear its weeping; a wailing of unfathomable sorrow.
My tongue tastes its vomit; a repulsive flavor of discontent.
I am broken, I am beaten, and I am humbled.
To my soul, I ask why?

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Jupiter Laughs

The world is a storm, like a hurricane. 
It tears down our hope
And showers down pain 
There’s floods filled with fear
And cyclones of shame
The fire it burns 
And it chars our name

So I fantasize through sinister skies
Of Celestial smiles, Sagittarius child
andromadus dances,
constellation romances 
And galaxies wave like the sea
Planets rejoice, ethereal voice
Jupiter laughs when he sees
Jupiter laughs when he sees
— - -
When it all seems too much
And I just can’t ignore 
The devil that’s knocking down on my door
I close my eyes and I visualize 
A world that is gentle and heart that is kind 
— - -
I close my eyes once more just for sure, 
The world still a storm, 
With its twists and its turns.
The air here is sour with envy and power 
I fight the moon everyday every hour

So I fantasize of freckle-faced nights 
wrinkles in time and novas sublime 
Sweet wanderlust, sleepy star-dust
And comets that flutter with ease
Leo recites his poems of light 
Jupiter laughs when he sees
Jupiter laughs when he sees 
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When it all seems too much
And I just can’t ignore 
The devil that’s knocking down on my door
I close my eyes and I visualize 
A world that is gentle and heart that is kind