Life's Testimony In Poetry 3t2e3x

LIFE’S TESTIMONY IN POETRY

God has many gifts that he gives us. This is me giving my gift back to him. Grow with me as I grow, in Christ. Follow this journey that has led me to today.

“I hope that someone is moved by this book —this is my prayer.”

James Kaymore Jr.

Copyright © 2013 by James Kaymore Jr.

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012922707 ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-4797-5934-7 Softcover 978-1-4797-5933-0 Ebook 978-1-4797-5935-4

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

Rev. date: 03/01/2013

To order additional copies of this book, : Xlibris Corporation 1-888-795-4274 www.Xlibris.com 112801

Contents

The Beginning

I Opened the Door

“Let’s Heal”!

I Believe in You

The Making of Me

Make a Stand

Cleansing

Enemy

US

The Wilderness

Dear God

Let Us Pray

Love

A Wish

Walk with Me

Today and Yesterday

Lost and Found

What

A New Day

The Son

“The Same”

A Short Talk

How?

Being Impregnated

Forbidden Fruit

Self-searching

I Am Just a Man

Why Does Life Have To Be This Way?

What Holds the Heart of Man?

My Life

Why Am I Here?

My Cup and My Plate

The Circus of Life

In a World

I Can Stand the Rain

Poetry

The Beginning

December twenty-ninth nineteen-seventy one. The day that my life began. The son of Gloria and James, Things would never be the same. The birth of a darling baby boy—apple of his mother’s eye, his father’s pride and joy. Moved from Florida to Motown, set up camp to settle down. At the precious age of four, child molested, innocent no more. She sexed my face and penis too, a number of times is what she’d do. I’ll tell your parents you were bad. With those words direct my path. Keep this secret, never tell. She snatched my pennies from the well. I started school, learned real fast—by second grade top of the class. Made a friend, we got real cool. Let’s go to church it’s better than school. The most spirit-led person I would ever see, and in less than a year taken from me. Nine years old and in the grave, at that moment my mind was made. Preachers are here to lie and steal, talking about God he’s not for real. Fornicating, constantly with older girls, while, visions of snakes and demons twirled. In my mind days and nights couldn’t tell wrong from right. Growing up, way too fast, about four years ahead in class.

Knowing things I wasn’t taught, doing things that I should not. There’s no God—let’s take a look in all sorts of demon and devil worshiping books. Became a pawn chanting his name, I laughed its funny it’s just a game. Raised in church, hated it. Yes, Jesus loves me, y’all need to quit. In the marines one sunny day, came across a book that say. He came to set the captives free, and saved a lost soul just like me. I fought and struggled just to read, from beginning to end and there was a need. For I was blind and could not see, bound and shackled he set me free. Saved my life and my soul, this broken man he made whole. He saved me when I had lost control, the devil tried to steal my soul. So I praise God’s name and I’m not through, so may the words I write be help for you.

I Opened the Door

I opened the door to let you in, A new relationship, with a new friend. We look into each other’s eyes. I reach for your hand and to your surprise. You’re slowly undressed piece by piece, Exposing all, to say the least. The caress is mental and emotional too. Then comes the spirit, the feelings not through. And it takes you to where you have never been, A special encounter with a special friend. You love the feeling I cry out to God, I feel it too and give an agreeing nod. It’s so intense you don’t want to stop. We’re talking about God, the conversation is at the top. It can’t get any better, no, no more, what a conversation I opened the door.

“Let’s Heal”!

This poem came to me while in the process of writing this book.

Fingers sore, arms tired, back stiff—I’m not complaining. Ankle twisted, knee busted—I got a cold from all this raining. But it’s all good, my body’s strong, that’s not what’s bothering me. The pain in my chest or should I say heart has me sick as can be. The love is gone, it has been ripped out, there is nothing left but pain. It has been demolished by lies and deceit, emotional bulldozers and cranes. There’s rubble, broke bricks, and splintered wood. Gas lines gone water pipes busted but Wait, the foundations still good. The one foundation that has never been broken, stronger than concrete or steel. This is how to rebuild one’s self—come on, God’s people, let’s heal.

I Believe in You

At times we go through a crisis and need encouragement. This was actually for my eldest daughter, Ebony S. Broom, but I will share it with everyone.

Strong is your faith your commitment your drive. The burdens you carry I can see in your eyes. Push yourself harder, never give in. Run without ceasing; don’t break—only bend. Through trials, tribulation, heartache, and pain. Be kind and steadfast and do not complain. Keep your head high and believe in yourself. Fight, to succeed, with your very last breath. You can do all that you want to do. And know in your heart that I believe in you.

The Making of Me

Ghosts of the past, a future that didn’t last. Emptiness where dreams once grew, traces of times past do. Promises unfulfilled, Voices that have been stilled, ing blood that has been spilled. Friends and loved ones that has been killed. A walk down memory lane. Brand new thoughts of real old pain. Funny how things change. An evolution of years. I stand up tall and brush back tears. It has made me wise and also strong To travel a journey so hard and so long. Through liquor, weed, crack, drugs of all I bow my head to answer God’s call. And after all the praying’s through, I answer my call but will you?

Make a Stand

Make a stand for life to be better than what you are. Make a stand for love and show it both near and far. Make a stand for what’s right and shun what’s wrong. Make a stand for faith and the power to hold on. Make a stand for God and trust him in all you do. Make a stand for family and also for you. Make a stand for the future and the hope it brings. Make a stand for something or fall for anything.

Cleansing

To love me or hate me is the question you ask of yourself, but you can’t answer as you look through your mask, Trying to hide who you are, with a different disguise, removing the mask, revealing a face full of lies, Not sure of who you are, yet want me to understand. An encyclopedia or dictionary can’t comprehend Nor define the complications of your mind, clouded with pimp games and hustling thug niggas on the grind. My synopsis of this mystery which is you is this, impoverished with love, thoughts of chances missed. Lips that have not been kissed, mistakes reminisced, a dark hole where a heart once existed. Hate and despair, surround love and bliss have been gagged and bound, the bird of flight is stuck on the ground. Face and arms hardened by wind, cuts and bruises battered by men, reach for that something that dwells within, look inside yourself and ascend. Place your sight on the star-filled sky, let yourself go shed a tear, just cry. Cleanse your soul.

Enemy

Enemy or should I say inner me? It’s all the same! We battle not against what we see. That’s the trick to the game. We look for places to point the blame. Oh no, it can’t be me. But blow that out just like a flame. It’s all the inner me. I made the choice I walked this road, Raised my voice carried this load. That’s fact not fantasy. I ran this race, And fought this fight, That’s right! The inner me. Every turn every bend, Every up every down,

Every city every town Every wound that ever mend Stop and take a look at where you are, take the time to see. Point your finger all you want, but take this word from me. Look in the mirror, now you see, who is, your enemy. From my heart, peace.

US

The end of the beginning not the beginning of the end To finally hit stride and to be on the mend. Lifted up and exalted for things commonplace. Yet void of disaster with a smile on my face. Looking through tears and clearing my mind. Cleansed by its purity hardened and by time. Set up to fail, didn’t fail to set up. Walk in my shoes and drink from my cup. Taste my struggles, sip on my pain. Wear the bruises proudly, never complain. Think of your history, the struggles of you. Then rejoice and be glad because we made it through.

The Wilderness

Darkness in the wilderness, In days and in nights. Still you can see, God’s blinding light.

Dear God

My heart beats while it’s broken, does that mean that it’s not broken? I have hope when it seems hopeless, does that mean there is no hope? My world revolves around my children, yet on it we all stand. It’s large enough for all of us, but in the palm of your hand. I love to be loved, yet it’s what I fear. I am blind and also deaf, but I can see and hear. With tears on my pillow and my heart on my sleeve. The pains on this shirt weren’t easily achieved. Like an ocean of knowledge too deep to understand. I set upon a beach just one grain in all that sand. Reaching for the invisible, trying to clutch, Searching to feel a sample of heaven’s touch. I long to taste its glory, I hunger its reward. But afraid to take that journey to pay a price I can’t afford. But take me Lord when it’s my time when my fight is through. And let me spend eternity in constant praise to you . . . Love Always, James Kaymore Jr.

Let Us Pray

You are the alpha the omega the first and the last. The one who shapes my future and forgives me of my past. King of Kings, Lord of lords, that bright and morning star. The creator of all things, that is what you are. You stepped out on nothing and created everything. Placed a roar inside a lion, and made the birds to sing. You loved me when I didn’t love you. I say it and I know it’s true. You changed my life you saved my soul I thank you, Lord, you made me whole. I’m not afraid to tell my friends Who has forgiven all my sins? And showers me within his love And did it all through his son’s blood. And for you he will do the same So let’s praise and bless his holy name. Amen

Love

I wrote this poem just for you to show I really care. I love you from the ball of your feet to the end of your hair. When I look into your eyes, I see they are full of love With the strength of a lion, and the gentleness of a dove. Through ups and downs, sun and rain, I watched you make it through. When things got hard and I wanted to quit, I could always count on you. Your trust in God and how you live helps me to believe. That if a better effort give, I’m able to achieve. And now I thank you for this life as happy as can be. It’s easy to see and comprehend love, because that love is me.

A Wish

I wish the world could open its eyes, and be truly loved. To have a relationship with the Lord from up above. To love its neighbors and its friends and yes its enemies too And receive that love in return, that is my prayer for you. To find that special someone that is made for only them. To spend a life in happiness, having joy filled to the rim. Like eyes opening for the first time, finally to see. All these things and many more that is a wish for me. When we care for others we are caring for ourselves. Our hearts fill better because of it. (Peace)

Walk with Me

Look into my eyes, peer into my soul. Walk down the pathways of the mind like it’s the streets of gold. Marvel in its mysteries, also its dreams. Open the doors to its memories, walk its pastures, and its streams. There’s no end to its limits, no boundaries untold. As thoughts become reality and manifestations unfold. See what I’m saying, feel what you hear. Let the words be like medicine, as it goes into your ear. Feeding your ions, bringing truth to the light. Giving birth to reality, and seeing the sun shine at night. Impossible possibilities, making the unreal real. Walk the pathways of my mind, and you can see, hear, and feel.

Today and Yesterday

Time is continuous, and it changes as it flows into the very thing it used to be, the old and new exposed. The troubles of yesterday rear their heads today, the victory is there today the ones from yesterday. Future, past re how and why you made it through, within its flow the old and new shows how much you grew. Into the very person that you are today, but the only you some speak on is the you from yesterday. Now, if you see the shoes, I walk in and notice how they’ve changed and journey down a different path, the footprints still remain. On the roads I’ve traveled and crossed along the way, they have brought me to where I am today the roads from yesterday. As I go forth gaining faith in him on with I stand, to him all pain and struggles to I go with empty hand. I’ve learned to love and trust in God, in him I do adore, for he is my rock, my sword and shield, yesterday, today, and forever more.

Lost and Found

As I go through lost and found. I dig through things, move stuff around. Piles and piles, mound after mound, The things that’re lost, the things that’re found. Like cars and houses, bikes and all. Friends, family, loved ones the barriers pall. Hopes and dreams hustle schemes, Directions call our way it seems. We pick things up and put things down. Of all the things we’ve lost and found. It’s when we are found since we are lost. Searching for gain a price, a cost. To find a grin we lose a frown, ‘Cause we are also in this lost and found.

What

In the darkness of the night, light shines off in the distance. What does the light represent? Vision, hope, prosperity, a glimmer of things to come? What? Religion, faith, some supreme being? What? Or is it just a train, Coming to run us over the minute we turn our head, Something wanting to devour us, To kill us, to destroy us, what? Light! Light represents the presence of God. The absence of evil. Light and darkness cannot exist in the same place at the same time. To have one is to be absent of the other. When we step out of darkness and into the light. The will of God shall give us the answers that we seek.

A New Day

There is dew on the grass and the bottom of my feet. The sun begins to rise covering the waters like a sheet. Or a comforter or blanket placed on your bed. Giving warmth to the world, providing light overhead. The harmony of life, an orchestra of sound. A symphony of perfection gathered all around. The wind whistles, lightning cracks, and thunder gives a clap. But right now it’s calm, the clouds are blue, and heat is on my back. The birth of fall, yearning summer, the begging of the spring. Winters past as flowers bloom as birds begin to sing. God’s creations, what a joy, the only thing to say Is thank you, Lord, for allowing me to see another day.

The Son

The son shines on me in the middle of the night. And darkness still can’t comprehend the light. He shines in my heart and warms my soul, Takes this ball of clay and begins to mold, Making me into something better than what you see. A brand new creature a better me, Like a lighthouse sitting on a hill, Shedding light on the dangers of temptation’s spill, Around and about me trying to consume, And lead me past glory into treacherous doom. An investment in faith has just been made. And the debt through his blood is already paid. Sing praises to my savior is what I will do. For he died for my sins and for yours too.

“The Same”

When you are going on a journey for God, we come across pitfalls and setbacks. This is just do to change learn to overcome.

To walk forever and still be in the same place. To have reconstruction surgery and still have the same face. To lose a hundred pounds and carry the same weight. To try to change the future and still have the same fate. Lost inside of myself searching to find. Something that isn’t there something that isn’t mine. I offer what’s not mine to give, take what I can’t receive. Walked out a long time ago, still afraid to leave. A ball of confusion misinterpreted by time. Blinded by life’s rules, straddling the line; Between right and wrong, good and bad To fight or run, be happy or sad. Emotional emotions with limitless change. Many thoughts and decisions but still the same.

A Short Talk

I realize how much I’ve missed the things you mean to me. Like a prisoner in a cell you came and set me free. When I was down, you came to me, you heard my tearful plea. And as I traveled in the dark, you gave me light to see. They say you can’t miss something until that thing is gone. At times I feel I’m by myself, but I’m never left alone. I know it’s you cuz it’s not me that spares me from the grave. Lord, it’s you and only you who knows my numbered day. And when that day comes, I pray that I’ve done everything you asked. Thank-you, Lord, I’ll lift your name until I breathe my last.

How?

As sweat drops to the floor from my brow, I think of the world. I stop and wonder how A diamond can be made from a lump of coal. How rivers run to oceans but the saltiness it doesn’t hold. How the wind can blow without a fan. How extreme heat can make glass out of sand. How a bird sings, how the rooster crows, How this dandelion can be seen as a rose. I’m amazed at How God has changed me thus far. From the dust on the ground to the skies like a star. But I can’t figure God no matter How I try. It doesn’t matter How, but at least I no why.

Being Impregnated

At first I just denied it not wanting to believe that I am now a vessel waiting to conceive. In the early stages I was sick, couldn’t keep nothing down, what I took in came back up, my face was to the ground. People constantly asking me, is everything OK? Lying through my teeth hoping that it would go away. But it didn’t and time continued to , they could see right through me as if I was made of glass. Everyday gaining weight as my burdens grew bigger, emotional and psychological changes also in my figure. Trying to figure out how I got this way, spending many nights wondering doing the same throughout the day. Looking for the person in whom to place the blame, ran down the list—only my name remained. It’s so painful inside of me fighting its way out, I’m so lost and confused on what this conception is all about. See this was placed inside of me to share with everyone, and I’ve been fighting to keep it in a man who’s on the run. I know you are confused by that last verse, I’m pregnant with these words from God and now I must give birth.

Forbidden Fruit

Walking through the garden of life, giving titles to all I meet. While they are cutting me like a knife, and placing gifts at my feet. It gets hard to relax, enjoy the gifts or even gloat, With the thought of being stabbed in the back, and feel the rope around my throat. The faces have changed, the names are the same. Friends, foes, who really know, everyone’s playing a game. You win you lose, they come and they go, so I deal with the real from within. I can only say what I know and know what I say until my time ends. With uncovered eyes, and a heart that is true, I look at things from the root. We all have sinned and we don’t have a clue that we still eat the forbidden fruit.

Self-searching

Standing in a mansion filled with rooms. Stairways and doorways leading to happiness and gloom. Some doors are open that should be closed. Walking hallways called byways now im suppose. To be able to decipher right from wrong. What should stay what should go what does and don’t belong. I don’t open the doors that I should, I close the ones I shouldn’t. Each filled with memories of what I could and couldn’t. All of this in my mind happiness and gloom. Right back to the beginning in this mansion filled with rooms.

(Dedicated to my dad, James Kaymore Sr.)

I Am Just a Man

Born again washed in the blood saved and sanctified. I have sinned and fallen short, and yes, I’ve even lied. I want to do right, yearn to do wrong, I pray that things may change. Temptation crowds me at every turn, and yes, the lust remains. My thoughts drift back and forth of good and bad it seems. I am woken up in a nightmare and living in a dream. Each day I die I understand the words that David said. Yet I’m reborn everyday and that’s why I bow my head. With humbled heart and outstretched hands, I hunger for God’s touch. ‘Cause the more I try, the harder it is—Lord, I need you all so much. I strive to be divine, dear Lord, and know I understand. It’s not my will but yours, dear Lord, for I am just a man.

Why Does Life Have To Be This Way?

Why does life have to be this way? A path journey test different challenges everyday. A constant reminder of the failures of old. Reminiscing the past with the stories untold. An unfinished book constantly rewriting itself. With birth as its beginning, all ending in death. The storylines are different as scenarios begin. The only guarantee is what happens in the end. So hold well to the lessons learned along the way. Try not to be a burden, hindrance, or end up someone’s prey. But help where your needed give when you can. Love everyone and lend a helping hand. Forgive of any wrongs, and don’t be quick to judge. Believe in second chances and never hold a grudge. Be honest with yourself, to others just as true. Don’t talk of fixing others, just concentrate on you. Keep on smiling in your soul to make a better day.

With that done, no need to ask, why does life have to be this way?

What Holds the Heart of Man?

What holds the heart of man? The love of his children that carries his name, for whom he will sacrifice and endure any pain. Always finding a way to make him smile, giving him strength to endure from the innocence of a child. Fulfilling his dreams and bringing him joy, the happiness he gets from his little girl or boy. A pleasure that most can’t understand—the love of his children holds the heart of man. What holds the heart of man? The love of his woman that makes him complete, strengthens his heart, gives it power to beat. The object of his desire, the love of his life. His friend, lover, confidant, helpmate, and wife. She helps him to be better, and she brings him joy, she is also the mother of his little girl or boy. She has oil for his feet and also his head that makes him to bring home the bacon and also the bread. Trust, kindness, and love are her only demand—the love of a woman holds the heart of man. What holds the heart of man? The love of God that carries me, who walked on water and calmed stormy seas.

Turned water into wine and raised the dead, he died on the cross and took my sins on his head. Was pierced in his side, had nails driven through his hands—the love of God holds the heart of man. Well, at least mine. Peace.

My Life

I inhale and exhale, my lungs rise and collapse. My chest rises and falls or maybe just perhaps. This is the beginning of the end, the last breath I may take. Fated with the end of time, no matter the moves I make. Make no mistake, each breath is celebrated. By the attempt to grab the next with each breath I’m intoxicated. The right blends of O and H are carefully calculated. But like all things previously stated. I celebrate the one by which all things were created. As blood flows through my veins and pumps my heart. Traveling to my brain and to every part. Empowering me to move and make the decisions that I make. Giving strength to my understanding with each breath my heart takes. Giving me this flow, this vernacular to teach. The ability to ascend to heights beyond my reach. All who claim to philosophize, I am here to impeach. See through his blood I find harmony devoid of pain and strive. Because of all the things he gives me so like him I give my life.

To ensure that people know my God, I give my life to him so that others may see.

Why Am I Here?

Standing in darkness so far from the light, Battered and bruised from this spirit-led fight. Searching for answers to questions never asked. Looking to the future but stuck in the past. The courage to move on but paralyzed with fear. A question arises, why am I here? Alone in the world with nothing to give. Wanting to die, too many reasons to live. Giving myself till nothing is left. The strength in my arms, the beat of my heart, my very last breath. My vision is blurry, it’s not quite clear. That question again again, Why am I hear? In the midst of the storm rain pours down. Setbacks and failures are all around. Every step forward is two steps back. The things that I need are the things that I lack. All that I had was taken from me. There’s my past again, see what I mean?

So I look to the Lord the one that I fear. And smile in agreement, yes, that’s why I’m here. To give you praise, Yes, that’s why I’m here. To give you honor, Yes, that’s why I’m here. To lift your name, Yes, that’s why I’m here. Thank you.

My Cup and My Plate

As I thirst and hunger knowledge and understanding, I anxiously await. To quench that thirst, to feed starvation with empty cup and plate. I bathe myself in intellect as I began to read. I wonder if this thirst and hunger has just turned into greed. My need to further arm myself with wonders of this world. To stuff myself with intelligence from simple things I’m sterile. The veil on my eyes was lifted, my ear silencers are gone. The cover on my heart and mind no longer has a home. Now I know what has escaped me in my life so far. It is to share, and my once closed mind has now been left ajar. So I can say proudly that victory is mine. My cup is full, my plate is too, with God’s word divine.

The Circus of Life

In the circus of life everyone plays a part. And it’s not what we choose for ourselves, it’s placed in the heart. There are many functions to this whole that makes it all complete. So welcome to the big top, enjoy yourself, have a seat. The ring master steps in laying down the ropes. To give direction, preludes to excitement and hope. In the center ring a car pulls in. Person after person step out again and again. With painted paces and floppy shoes Colored hair wearing whatever they choose. Stumbling through life, making people laugh. Clowning around on no particular path. Trying to walk continuously falling down. But anyone can be a clown. Direct your attention to the sky, we have the high wire act. Precision and grace mixed with balance and tact. One foot in front of the other as not to fall. With no net for protection so don’t walk it if it’s not your call.

Be amazed by the flying trapeze Doing the impossible and doing it with ease. Counting on each other so the other wont fall Being there for each other, answering the call. Without the other they would fall to the earth. Lifting one another from last to first. Place your attention on ring number two. And gaze at the spectacle that’s before you.

We have our human contortionist, Binding their body making it fit, Into situations that most cannot. No sense in you trying, you might as well stop. The strong man lifts, what others can’t move. Some juggle, swallow swords, fire-eaters set the mood. Here comes the elephants doing their tricks. Spinning in circles doing low and high kicks. All of that power guided by a stick. Promises of reward, the peanuts they get. Behold the mighty lion in his satire. Dancing and prancing jumping hoops of fire. Controlled by what he views as a feast. But man has dominion over every creeping thing and beast. Then at the end of the ring master’s call The light go out and the curtain will fall. The circus of life is run this way. I leave you one question—what role do you play?

In a World

In a world of ups and downs, highs and lows, smiles and frowns. There’s a place inside the heart that rips that whole concept apart. Down can mean up, yes, happy when sad, can smile and be cheerful when times are still bad. In a world of give and take buy and sell build and break. There’s a place inside the mind that if we seek we shall find. It’s better to give than to receive, not selling hopes and buying dreams Don’t lift me up to tear me down, take those two things turn them around. In a world of love and hate, cause and effect, chance and fate. There is a place inside the soul that gives us strength that is untold. The lame will walk, the blind will see, removes all shackles and sets us free. In a world that’s filled with Christ, his love his grace his sacrifice. There’s a place if you will trust, a resting place for all of us. In his world that’s tried and true that heaven he has for me and you. In A World.

I Can Stand the Rain

Lightning flashes, thunderclaps, there’s a smell of smoldering flesh. Night turns to day as it constantly strikes, visions and sounds start to mesh. The clouds all around gather in close and pour down hail from above. That’s kind of frightening as it rolls off my tongue because I usually look up for some love. I’m starting to wonder if I can survive on a ship so far out on the sea. Being tossed by the waves and circled by sharks, opposition is all I can see. Trying to hold on I’m losing my grip, it’s slippery and hard to stand. Sometimes I feel I should let get why struggle I don’t understand. The storms of life are dropping ice and waves of trouble come. And all those clouds that were all so nice seem all so troublesome. As I stand in my room a raft still out to sea. Sharks, I mean people, circle around and try to devour me. Those clouds, I mean people, who look down on you, constantly bringing you hell. And waves of past situations so many I can’t even tell. They keep coming in, but I’m still afloat, my raft has not sunk yet. Heartache and pain and madness around, at times I often forget. That I’m just a man, and born in sin, the battle I’m fighting’s not mine.

I can struggle all that I want, everything’s done in God’s time. I look to the hills, from there comes my strength, none like I’ve ever met. At times I get down, be patient with me, for God is not through with me yet. I have made some changes, some are the same through pitfalls, bad breaks, and pain. I’m still on my raft, and though troubles come, I can stand the rain.

Poetry

I asked God, “How can I grow and better serve you?” He said, “Poetry.” “But, Father, how?” “Write about you and your life and the world will benefit, and I will be uplifted.”

My way out of this world into one in which I create. Pulled from what’s inside of me any artist should relate. To the sense of satisfaction these creations have to give. Giving life to words and allowing them to live. Painting portraits for the mind also songs for souls. A picture-perfect melody, word, music, life can hold. Look at its beauty, feel its bliss, and listen to its form. I sight, a touch and a sound a literary storm. Poetry is life to me, a way to set me free Spiritually, emotionally, for poetry is me.