Blow by blow
The nasty winds battered
My Heart
The wind of Fears
The sorrow of tears
Like Tornado on top a tsunami
My eyes are liquid filled misty
I question my deity
I question my choicey
In this world of Desperate calamity
You see me smile
you don't know what I feel inside

inside me there is a storm coming
category five honestly speaking
I've never felt more alone
yet more in tuned with God
yet more in tuned with Jesus
my signals are crossed
I will let them give me rest

And the nasty wheather
blame it on nature
I will keep on trusting
I will keep on serving
I will keep on Living
So trust me when I say
there's no other name

But

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that's it!!

Most people hate Mondays
I hate Wednesdays
that's something I says
To be unique nowadays

On a day
to the Winds content
you awake nature intended
Scientist say the moon moves you
I think you were created to move the Moon
you've been described by poets
using more than a thousand words
words such as

beautiful
                                        Extraordinary
unique

you are adored when your at peace
you are feared when your not at peace
Your Breeze glorifies your maker
when your at peace
Nature smiles

So say I
My Friend o sea
Blue are you
My Friend to be
until our next breeze

~Q~

write till the ink dries up
write till the pages are used up
don't write for the thumps up
write till you drop
Never stop writing

stopping to write
means the heart has failed
it means the spirit is no more
if you love what you do
never stop doing it

except if your an alcoholic
vegetarian vegan & a smokeaholic