I long for the gentle soft white snow
But not the winter and it's blistering blow
I long for Midas' precious touch of gold
Alas never again a loved one could I hold

I long for the love of a woman so dear
But dread my awkwardness and fear
I long for fame beyond what man has seen
Is it worth paparazzi coveting my dream

Mankind longs for all manner of things
But never the consequences it brings
Still in understanding I regrettably know
I will always long for snow

Is it only the size that matters?
Is it the length or width?
Is it beauty that flatters?
Or is that misconception and myth?

Is it the amount of money?
Is it ones own height?
Is it vanilla or honey?
Complexion that's dark or light?

Is it the skinnier or the fatter?
Is it the size of her chest?
Do these things really matter?
Do they measure love best?

The lighthouse stands tall
A warning for all
It shines so bright
It's precious beacon of light

Guiding the wary back to shore
Many voyages gone before
All safely now return
As long as oil in lantern burn

Soft cone through the night
Giving life preserving sight
Like a gentle outstretched hand
Leading sailors back to land

Oh holy spirit of my God
With still voice you gently ****
Bringing those who wayward roam
Leading the lost back to home

So let the light of the spirit shine
And touch this wayward heart of mine
May I heed the warning sign
And be guided home in time

Forest Lake Academy
Writing, biology, anatomy
Where I first loved science
Found a word smith's defiance
Asian, male, teacher to blame
Don't remember his name
But he taught me well
And now I excel
White, female, teacher to blame
Don't remember her name
But she started me writing
Words come like thunder and lightning
And it's kinda exciting
Sensing synapses igniting
The proverbial bulb of light
An idea with untold height
The honor to write

Shall I paint you a picture through words
Your heart the canvas, my pen the brush
Can you see the Buffalo herds
The wide fields and foliage lush

Trees full of scarlet ibis birds
Mangrove roots drinking water
A portrait made from so few words
Poetry my true alma mater

Watercolor verse stain the page
As landscapes take shape and form
This style of art all the rage
Where wanderlust is born

Come into the light
Forget your plight
Forget the spite
It's time to unite
Join the fight

Liberty never dies
No more demise
No more surprise
No more lies
Just compromise

Equal in His sight
Even despite
The blackest of night
That evil alt right
Come into the light

I should not be so easily read
A book by its cover, judge dredd
An enigma works for me
A minority report of my soul to be
All bets I aim to hedge
Yet a blade runner on knife's edge
With total recall I can see
The true nature of my history
So lay waste to my bones
I tire of playing this game of thrones
For I like the walking dead
Should not be so easily read...