My persona would be red clay along the river shoreline .  My hair , the green grass infused field . My body is akin to tall Pines , Mountain Chestnut , awe inspiring Oak and Pecan Trees..
The salt of my physical being , the child of histories shed tears anchored within the very blood that flows through my circuitry .
Her waters are my soul revealed , Appalachia begat a grateful son of Georgia that seeks the shoreline .. Called across the surface of the sea to the waiting arms of my Creator .. Sky blue eyes on watch forever* .

I think I must be a love poetry ******
When I can't get what I want my words turn all funky
Living it in my Words World is like a release
And when the wave comes I ride it in lines just like this

I must be addicted, words don't come when I'm happy
Only when I can't breathe, I can't sleep -
Only then I start rapping
Like writing it up gets it all out of my system
Then it flows, it grows, it soothes, it heals and shortens the distance

Persistence, belief, dedication and loving
Longing without attachment is hard when you're heart's throbbing
Waiting, craving, wanting to have it all flowing
Your heart and ego are fighting the 3D world of not knowing

I have flash backs...
You sitting down, watching me dancing,
Watching my feet, catching my eyes,
Butterflies flowering out of my heart,
Synched in with yours and the drum beat.

I remember your smell...
Swelling into my lungs, strings singing,
Soft, smooth skin, brushing past mine,
Like silk velvet wrapping around me,
Melting my every inch, making me weak at the knees.

I look straight at your chest,
Valleys of beauty behind the black vail,
Eastern art carved on your arms,
More spins, swings, sways, pauses,
Proses of poetry, flashing, slashing my heart.

Let us create, or just dance, or just be
You and me
Here and now
Despite every which, who and how
You and me
In my head
No one can take it away, only it takes me away from my here and now.

i stand here, still.
my will is low.

in my hand the pill i
know can **** me,
i keep taking it until i
stop, with nowhere
else to go.

and so i stand here still
beneath the willow.