The Poetry Marathon

We all have a green forest in our life to tree climb

You are so beautiful yet so stunning

A tall tree to climb just enough to make it to the top. Hurray

Nothing to stop this climbing for history

You are stronger than you think

Just a niche in the butt to see of yourself headed into your destiny upright

You will see just how great you are with him by your side

Not keep on climbing that tree along

Letting nothing to stop you

This is it for now

I would like to see you reach as high as you can in a run of a day morning stars at eve

In the moonnight

real reality

With the Lord

AMEN

Your skin so whiter than cotton

Your eyes full of tears

When you are flying near you

You always whisper a new sound so cute

Your heart beats multiple  hours just for me

Your hands you touches me with your fingers tips

Your lips sings a melody wonderfully mys in my ears

Your passion, your every step you make makes me happy. Your mind. Your soul.

The dreams of us. I am thrilled for our love darling. O I am awakened on up that it.

You are my love jones in a song. My Dove.

Darling you,

Black ebony in the red sea loafing off its axis of Paris

Its history were recovered in 1856

Made America confused of black ebony that lost its obscurity structure for ages

A suture that in place chained on up

Continuously there future studies

Scientists of history, of many memories of the crimson trees of black ebony

Arose from a cascade that ended in 1956

A true founder of black Eebony the steers below

Black ebony founders lost its balance, conscious and went deep into a long meditation and hypnotized each one master for days

The beauty of black Ebony that lies opaque and deepen as it drips in a coma of darkness of its final rest

Black ebony clear veneer that covers and lies over its bay

In the light of day of the hours

His light shines from above on us

His own true self over the world’s

With truth about him of all times and more

The life he lived so beautifully and better perfect eternal strength 

The stars shines so brightly like the sun

Comforting the souls of many from dark days

A piece of God’s heart

Looking over us

Waves of lights yellow hues

Sparks the life we live over again

White pure lights

Burns with God’s might

Central part of the universe

Gives hope to us

Glows of his miracles of blessing

A place under the stars

A place within God’s home

Where we are safe

in the ancient world of India 

The flight of last returning Florida

Drowned itself in quakesand a mystery unknown that shakes

Up the sea red underneath

Grey down below the surface hinden stones

Never to recover

Shaking in the wind storm

Until moonlight to shine midnights glowing on the earth

A peaceful movement changes everything

God created while here

Nothing can stop it nor hinder it

For God got it all along

The stars shines on you

Soft touches reveals of dancing stars

Songs to sing waves of sounds over the bay

Hummingbirds sings a love song sounds amazing

Doing the electric slide on white sand

Time don’t wait on no one hold onto your seats

Sooner you will re’lized, we have song all night long

Until the sun comes up with a smile upon its face my, my sweet Jesus

She sprayed on the perfume

And set it on the dresser

She reached over for her glass of champagne

She sip a little bit awe

Just when the fan begin to turn

And her sweet perfume

She held her breath in attempt

To keep a piece of mind

In all of the right place

There is only bare skin

And a trace of her birthmark

She lies there by the bayside

Hovering over like a dove of memories

Starless nights her love became with a slow dance

On stages in Harlem

She’s a teen

A child of God

Her secrets of darkest days passes on through the years

Her body smells of sweet roses in the garden

A fragrance so astute

How lovely is it to be launched into history

The shape of her life to shine

The sun covers her eyes

A miracle scene reveals of her path

Leads the way unexpectedly in one place on time

The life of experiences with beauty

She has always had

Every since a child been born again

watermelon 

red, black seeds in side

Juicy and sweeter

Just delicious

Green dark rim

Sweeter than a apple

Love the taste of cotton candy

Long fruitfully tasty bud

To fill on up with all of its juice like grape wine

The coming of the Lord supper to rejoice the taste of its communion with wine and bread edible

The true supple

Tasty of fruit with a brunch to cherish

Long lasting until the Summer comes

Easter Eve

Come ye and join us