This is not a poem this is a thank you.
Thank you all for reading my poems and making me feel welcome.

It's only a Summer shower , child ,-not a storm-, like cool mornings in April -they come and go ! Like crows in treetops at the break of day , they warm up , cackle and fly away !- It's only a shadow , child , they come out at night , like crickets , the moon , fireflies and lights . It's only the rain child , feeding the grass , by morning you'll know that the shower has passed !....

Dawn , pulled into the light and warmth of Titan , refreshed , inquisitive and studious with paper and pen , charting the human condition with great zeal for today your Master Stroke , committed to paper and lauded by your contemporaries ! Sapientiam scribe in corde pueri et senes !

---Fireflies and all manner of insect , frog and crepuscular creature on this night in heavenly chorus ,  bioluminescence and static dance against the humid , dark Georgia nights give the impression of the heavenly host descending upon Earth , working miracles , spreading gospel , joy and light upon mankind  , have no fear , for the Angels are among us !

I can see the storm
on the horizon
Dark clouds on the sky
the wind blows
drowning all sounds
youre as wild as a storm
closer and closer
the thunder comes
across the sky
I miss you more and more
Our love is like a
sweet blue rain

Morning hues of dawn ,  aspiring artist and palette , color the day as a child ,with bright crayons , sunshine and happy faces , for it's wonderment , ephemeral nature and innocence ...

Train of thought
Intertwined with the ebb and flow of thoughts forgot
In the purity  of that empty space between your brows
In the shapeless darkness  where feelings allow
Reality to abstract itself
Re-arrange and interact with itself
Here in the pits of imagination and firing synapses
I lost who I was
But found who I came here to be

If you feel you have no reason to forgive someone,
Consider this one - forgive because you deserve peace of mind.
Holding a grudge is like making your worst enemy the center of your life,
Don't give such authority to anyone,
A grudge only hurts you,so what's the point of holding it?
Its like holding a really sharp edged knife hoping it'll slice your enemys fingers when in the actual sense its slicing your own.
We all wish grudges could hurt the ones we hold them against but sadly they only hurt us.

Something communicated and not necessarily worded
a space between, holding its own creation, its own reality
deep down the heart of things, a silent kiss, a union of more than lips
the coming together of spirits once joined in love, never forgotten
and all that spins off from this dynamic, energises everything else.

I want to go on a boat ride.
By myself,
Soaring through the waves.
The sunlight,
Beaming from the skies.
The distance,
From everything but the seas.

Up and down, up and down,
The waves would make me feel.
Was it right to be like this,
Away from all I had?
Stuck in my own mind,
The sunlight disappeared.

I want to go back to shore!
Where all my friends would be.
The laughs,
We will always remember.
The hugs,
That brought us closer.
Ourselves,
That brought us together.

But when I slip on the sand,
I know I can't stand.
Stand what? All my mistakes.
Was it right to come back,
And give a second chance?
The sand turns to stone.

I want to go on a boat ride.

*****.
Abused.
Photographed in the ****.
or even,
had a sextual comment told too.

Doesn't label you,
anything less than how you see you.

So stop **** shaming your victimized chicks,
who didn't seem to like you from your un puberized ****,

No one asked for this ****,
so do not blame them for it,