Sly, shy shadow,
capturing attention,
photons fail,
within delicious
dimension.

Indicating ably,
though quite indirectly,
amply, firmly, softly,
lovely, young fecundity

I am a writer.

Words are my life.

I am an autodidactic logophile.

I can not help

but practice my passion

and seek to avenge my passion defiled.

Scraping, scratching sparks
Spinning stone sings;
She sharpens shivs
of what once
were peaceful things.

She is a sassy fair;
She is a spicy rare;
She is confidence austere;
And knows this minus mirror.

She's lovely, true, in form;
Her kindness, precious, warm;
Quite apart from norm;
Her beauty, within, born

Sailing expensive fried food,
'cross awful carpets so crude,
A bright sunny strong attitude,
This lovely young Lady's fine mood...

And customers, often quite rude,
Dummies that drag in their brood,
Scrooges and harlots half ****,
Still can not drag down her mood.

For this is not where she will stay
This will be, soon, yesterday
She is her own sunshine ray
She plans her own life her own way

Studying hard every night
To strengthen her mind she will fight,
Managing well, money tight,
From her might, to height, and the light.

Blazing bold bravery,
******* catechism;
A girl stands strongly alone;
Her life, society’s atavism.

Quick quiet quelling,
Demonic agapism;
A girl and her sword stay unknown;
Her dreams are those of meliorism.

All acts agathusia,
Concomitant heroism;
A girl who will **** to atone;
Her objectives and body in schism.

Hard headed heartfelt,
Quick with an aphorism;
A woman searching for home;
Her true enemy nihilism.

'Whomever thou hast chosen, freely, happily;
for if, in choosing wisely thus, surely thou shalt see ~
the loveliest of babies fair, are not from mere beauty;
the loveliest of babies fair, arise from harmony"