An Inner Child Press Book Journey Once Upon a time in the land of Stories, Fables and other Quaint Little Tales, there were Passages filled with people Dancing toward the Light. They each appeared to possess 5 Degrees to Separation while in a Trance, each reciting that timeless mantra “I DO”. It is a good thing that they possessed an Overstanding of an Imperfect Love as they each wrote My First Poetry Book. There was Healing through Words as they came together for a Gathering of Word and Commentary for Trayvon Martin. In their journey they encountered The VineKeeper as thee embraced The Wind, The Mountain and the Sage. After that, B4 the Dawn, they Untamed their Pen and UnMuted their ink, for they were the epitome of The Journeyman. In The Year of the Poet, they say “Think on these Things”, so i Think about the Ripple and The Mark of a Man after reading Notes from the Coffee Table. They tell me that with Love and Wisdom, i can pluck the Petals of my Heart and adorn The Webs of Light in The Kings Garden while i am taking this Journey Along the Way. You see, with my Spilled Heart during my Youth, Struggle, Wisdom and my Journey to Epsilon, i knew that All Things Are Possible and the Maelstrom subsided as i looked intently upon my Nature IQ. So i Let It Be and went to my World within Words and i heard the Unheard and the Reciting Pens dancing with a Lyrical Passion as God and Nature shown tome that i was Living My Dream of Love’s Recipe as i continually gathered The Remnants of Me, for my Moments of Chaos was not to be found. I heard a voice telling me Child Be Wild and i was at first Puzzled, but my DNA aligned to the Journey of Love and i had more than 11 Words and 9 Lines for I Am Poetry. And as the Tears of an Angel heightened me in a LoveWise way i knew that This Too Shall Pass, so i said to my self “Don’t Shoot The Hostages while you are Bleeding Every Word, because Mandela is now looking down upon us from aloft with Music in his words during these Hot Summer Nights, drinking Old Wine, ushering forth the Voices that spoke Whispers of Love. In the final analysis, there were Spilled Feelings in Pleroma’s Dew and my Secret Fantasies were abated as i looked upon The Light In The Window of My Inner Garden and in these Chapters, i know that i am a Free Thinker as i make the Journey from Obscurity, and i do this for the sake of World Healing ~ World Peace as i am Breathing Through Paper. And if you ask me what I Want My Poetry To . . . Do . . . I Often Wonder because i am The Spiritual Human Chasing Light. I wonder what Confucius says ? So much for my Notes from the Blue Roof ! innerchildpress
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 00:04:02 +0000
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