My parents were kind of hippies when they had me and thought it would be wicked cool to walk across the U.S while pregnant with me. They thankfully stopped in Boulder CO to rent a room and have me-and later my lil bro. But eventually they split-up and my mom moved us to be raised in KY where she intiated and incouraged my innate love affair with literature. She also bolstered my impeccable grammer and tempered my insatiable hunger to constantly develope my vocabulary.
I came to realize that I also had an affinity for poetry and this was but another venue for my great passion and lifelong aspiration to someday get my works published...regardless of any notion of fame or notability. And via this magnificent and blessed site I am finally taking steps-albeit humble ones- to actualizing my heart's fondest wish and finally accomplishing my lifelong goal! In a simple context, granted but its out there all the same! ! ! XD i might cry for joy!
Art is life projected
With this canvas held dead centre
As life is fully reflected
On flesh that may long remember
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She danced with Death
A beat, a breath
Her soul in his palm
Still, she remained calm
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An hourglass with golden sand
A meadow in a barren land
Sitting sentinel for all to see
Alone and lost, in the mist is me
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Puff puff on the shimmering bit
A cloud of thick fragrant smoke
I ponder the life's mysteries as i sit
Even as I imbibe a hearty toke
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