Sitting on this window pane looking through the window of my soul capturing each moment of 35 pixel years of molding this clump of clay upon the potter’s wheel put in the fire broken into many pieces back together with cracks running through my mind situations that left me lifeless at times people turnstile in out of my circumstances lending a hand or listening ear a word of advice to hear while spinning fast on this merry go round my world rotates and gyrates different matters at hand a pen and pad inks out desperation forming a collage on canvas skies my dreams soar high on eagle’s wings a portrait of fine tapestry a girl woman lady friend mother daughter sister maybe wife material if God sees fit to place that King me not a game of chess I’m truly blessed as I sit back take a rest let that mess fall down to the ground my feet hit the pavement high strong foundation built like a rock in hand in the sand castles of love form as waves radio activity a song in the key of one…pen pad playfully pleasure persuasion pitter patter patterns poise passionate praise prayerfully positioning precious poetic promises penetrating proper Pieces of My Puzzle.
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Pieces of My PuzzleSitting on this window pane looking through the window of my soul capturing each moment of 35 pixel years of molding this clump of clay upon the potter’s wheel put in the fire broken into many pieces back together with cracks running through my mind situations that left me lifeless at times people turnstile in out of my circumstances lending a hand or listening ear a word of advice to hear while spinning fast on this merry go round my world rotates and gyrates different matters at hand a pen and pad inks out desperation forming a collage on canvas skies my dreams soar high on eagle’s wings a portrait of fine tapestry a girl woman lady friend mother daughter sister maybe wife material if God sees fit to place that King me not a game of chess I’m truly blessed as I sit back take a rest let that mess fall down to the ground my feet hit the pavement high strong foundation built like a rock in hand in the sand castles of love form as waves radio activity a song in... |
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