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 has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.” – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

LIFE is Beautiful, even to the smallest Detail….

DREAM STAR

LIMITLESS

Dream Star, Dream…

May everlasting flashes of Brilliance light your sky!

May the warmth of the Sun wrap you tight;

When Night sweeps in, with its Dark intent’s, riding upon Nightmares…,

“DREAM RAIDERS”

DREAM STAR..,

DREAM…

Beyond hopelessness…

See your Hope’s, & Dream’s break from their Wishful capsule to..,

“Bloom!”

With Fearless Color, and unique shade’s…

Dream Star,

Dream, and remember every detail when you awake.

For it may be those little details that make Your picture,

GREAT…”

There’s things I want to do while I have the opportunity; instead of waiting for the dusk of my life I would rather live life in its effervescent Sunrise, leaving nothing undone, this is…

Taking My Last
By LIMITLESS

When it’s time for my time I want to be able too say I lived life to the fullest ever completing every aspiration savin’ nothing for later;

I want them to say I did what couldn’t be done when comparing my life to some the response should be there is none I am one of a kind taking my time appreciating everything that was used to complete Me perfectly weaving my dreams into what’s seen

before I take my last seeing the present open know’n the pain from the past is no-longer spoken before I take my last I will have already past through the glass too become one with the reflection, polar: me, myself, and I at one with Spirit, Soul, Body, complete in Father, Son, Holy

molding me into the man you see before I take my last I would love too have known the coast of Italy free falling from thirty thousand feet stretching the boundaries of caution-

forget living life on the edge-

I wanna inhale, close eyes, and launch before I take my last,

I want to adore my great, great grandchildren teaching them the ways of this family union passing down a wealth of inheritance, keys to excellence;

before I take my last I would Love! To hear, “well done my Son.”

Before I take my last breath passing from life to life never tasting the bitterness of death I want them to say,

“He savored every breath– as if it where his last”….