“I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes.” – Vladimir Nabokov
JEWELS…
LIMITLESS
The most precious gifts are found on this journey.
They Shine with senjging
BRIGHTNESS-
Let them burn!
They,
The Footprints laid upon this road,
Lay stained…
Seared upon my Path.
Marking each extraordinary moment.
Minds eye Absorbing the traumas…
The-
Life altering blows to reality which shows a reflection of every lesson,
Learned…
Let them burn!
Like molten titanium hardening over these precious jewels…
These memories,
These tools…
Life…
Love-
MADE, Precious when shared.
Creating a moment treasured;
Kept underguard behind plates, and bars.
A Treasure Chest rests at a steady hum pulsing with ambition,
It Beats.
Desiring…
More…
One of my most dearest poets…. I Miss your Wisdom Mrs. Angelou…
Alone
Maya Angelou
“Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.”
it’s amazing how as a writer I can find my own thoughts in someone elses words; its something to be said when you can realize you are continuing the works others have started… This is my art, I am a poet…. Good Morning World…. ❤
YOUR WORLD
By Georgia Dougles Johnson
Your world is as big as you make it.
I know, for I used to abide in the narrowest nest in a corner,
My wings pressing close to my side.
But I sighted the distant horizon where the skyline encircled the sea-
“I throbbed with a burning desire to travel this immensity.
I battered cordons around me cradling my wings on the breeze,
Then soared to the uttermost reaches with rapture, with power, with ease!”- LIMITLESS
