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 Sep 2015 Vanessa Grace
GaryFairy
God bless the one who PRAYS
PRAISE the Lord's heavenly REIGN
RAIN on me, then warming RAYS
RAISE my soul to a higher PLANE

PLAIN and simple, he can HEAL
HE'LL save any sinner TOO
TO him, surrender yourself WHOLLY
HOLY father is for me and you


PRAYER

oh Lord, can you hear my PLEAS
PLEASE shelter me from the RAIN
REIGN over me with a watchful EYE
I long to make it to your domain
i know i used rain/reign twice, but the prayer was meant to be a different poem...it seems like few people support, or respect these, but my words to them are, "let's see you write one"
The modern medicine man is subtle.
No longer,
is he held in high regard by his peers.
More often than not,
he is not even acknowledged for his power.
In a world that demands instant gratification,
it is difficult to appreciate a man who has what you need,
not what you want.
If you run across him,
notice he holds all those little vices,
the ones that open a man,
not numb him.
Admire his ease,
and the pivotal wisdom he's bound to drop.
Hold in high esteem his timing in arrival;
for it is not by accident you've run upon him.
Thank your local medicine man if you should find him,
for it is a subtle duty,
and one that goes too oft,
unappreciated.
With the dawn of sparking sunlight,
and the charm of varying twilight,
there came a breeze of mere silence,
bending against the blaze of passion,
tickling my heart with crumbs of love.

It was you with flowers in your hands,
or was it the fantasy in my mind,
a fantasy which made me fall in love,
with the angel having a pretty soul.

Cheerful you are with the happiness in life,
love we have with the trust and vibe,
it starts at dawn and ends at dusk,
carries me away from the core of musk,
fate has a habit of bringing people together,
let them be, either for a moment or forever.
 Sep 2015 Vanessa Grace
svdgrl
Last night,
I was surrounded by people-
like-minded and beautiful.
My heart was pounding,
and I had a resilient smile
despite how shy my voice felt.
I kept scanning their faces,
when they weren't looking,
lingering for safe seconds,
searching for something.
I couldn't tell what it was
there was a lack of then.
Or why I almost felt content,
but really more like
a half-full glass of wine.
But I began to catch hints,
when people began to retire.
I caught my ride back,
and climbed into
my empty sheets,
fumbling with
my silent phone.
Until sleep
took my hands
and laid them
over a deep hole.
When I woke,
and my arms
reached out
for warmth
I knew what I was missing.
You.
Only you can fill those places.
 Sep 2015 Vanessa Grace
Yasmine
I thought I could
hear the roses
smell the colors
taste the fire
see the halos
control the mind
kiss the storm
touch the prayers
swallow the lies
hold the centuries
and
escape the world
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