
Elevated to SpaceUsually most things flow to me in verse and the inspiration causes me to wanna compose something beautiful. Sometimes that beauty i wish to make is only a facade of the real feeling that I hide inside. I mask them twixt cute sometimes erotic metaphors and verses tainted with science and other things. Sometimes, sometimes i just feel luved... and it overwhelms me. I am very needy I know that about myself. I do not cry for attention but I invent ways to battle for the favor of those I wish for. I get creative, suggestive.. whatever it takes. I my quiet place I pray and cry and smile with the good and the bad, always keeping in mind those i care for and how to make them aware of this fact. There are times when the patience, compassion and generosity of some, .. few make such an impression upon me i might otherwise feel lost without their presence (however i am meant to benefit). Near or Far, i seek their influence.. AND THE SUPRISING THIS IS.... they are there not on my time.. but wheni need it and least expect it. Like a shooting Star. I am so very blessed to have such relationships even in their trying times.. that I sometime CURSE FATE. But this is my thought for today.. and they hopefully know their lasting impression.. and my development resulting fro it.
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This is a beautiful entry Zion. It is absolutely enriching! I am so glad I stopped by to read this one. Peace. Wisdom
This entry is so refreshing. I feel like I learned something about who you are ,which is nice because I don't know much, but I do know that your poetry is seriously good and always a joy to read, but this entry was a pleasure to see.