Sep 2012
With excellent sight we are still blind to so much through the life of one individual I want to shed light
On my favorite subject womanhood if I fail at least maybe something worthwhile will have been said
Native Americans call her Cloud her home was near Nashville Tennessee not far from the home of the
Great Cherokee nation but my telling takes place in the nations and Texas the land of the Comanche’s
Quanah Parker was noted as one of the great leaders of his people half breed white mother Comanche
Father a great jumping off place extra sensory perception will be of great assistance because she is real
But much more capture a cloud on a window pane clear but foggy other worldly caught between earth
And heaven just as the clouds themselves her words of them were gentle messengers that float by in
Her Case it’s as the mist was able to create a mouth and speak it was soft assuring it was bathed in
Wonder she robed herself in a heavy coat and wide brimmed hat and almost disappeared but then she
Appeared in this more perfect revelatory scene that a gifted conjure would have to rise in his caldron
A trellised harbor bursting with lilac jasmine and Magnolia here moonlight would give its most magical
View she dressed in white Satin with a flowing train and a shoulder wrap of satin the measure of all
Woman is here on display yes there is the ordinary times of life but only woman can rise to this stature
Of beauty and charm I have worshiped at their altar for my whole life if not an expert a lengthy
Coinsure at least now for the negative on this gift of loveliness evil would move in treachery first in the
Garden and from that victory it would devalue a one can you believe this to be created to be loved
Cherished and adored what blessing belongs to all women but we know the deadly truth only our
Children are more misused than our women and this blessing was interrupted now a woman herself
Must strive to keep her footing or she too will be ****** into the evil workings and default herself from
Her true glory there is no greater sadness to see a beautiful created gift shorn of it true quality thrown
To the ground and trampled on that is what is so alluring about Cloud she is everything but still
Innocence flows from her she has a glow that comes from within that makes her translucent you could
Weep in her presence and she wouldn’t condemn or use it to her advantage no she would only lift
A gentle hand wipe away the tears it’s a pleasure to be in the presence of one herself waif like she
Creates in you a sense of well being mother is one of women’s name that doesn’t mean you’re left out if
You don’t have children it still your nature it’s the rapture men feel when they look on you but can’t
Explain what it is I must draw to a close emotions overtake instead of a cloud it is tears that make it hard
to Continue to all women my prayer is be real be strong and God Bless you
On my favorite subject womanhood if I fail at least maybe something worthwhile will have been said
Native Americans call her Cloud her home was near Nashville Tennessee not far from the home of the
Great Cherokee nation but my telling takes place in the nations and Texas the land of the Comanche’s
Quanah Parker was noted as one of the great leaders of his people half breed white mother Comanche
Father a great jumping off place extra sensory perception will be of great assistance because she is real
But much more capture a cloud on a window pane clear but foggy other worldly caught between earth
And heaven just as the clouds themselves her words of them were gentle messengers that float by in
Her Case it’s as the mist was able to create a mouth and speak it was soft assuring it was bathed in
Wonder she robed herself in a heavy coat and wide brimmed hat and almost disappeared but then she
Appeared in this more perfect revelatory scene that a gifted conjure would have to rise in his caldron
A trellised harbor bursting with lilac jasmine and Magnolia here moonlight would give its most magical
View she dressed in white Satin with a flowing train and a shoulder wrap of satin the measure of all
Woman is here on display yes there is the ordinary times of life but only woman can rise to this stature
Of beauty and charm I have worshiped at their altar for my whole life if not an expert a lengthy
Coinsure at least now for the negative on this gift of loveliness evil would move in treachery first in the
Garden and from that victory it would devalue a one can you believe this to be created to be loved
Cherished and adored what blessing belongs to all women but we know the deadly truth only our
Children are more misused than our women and this blessing was interrupted now a woman herself
Must strive to keep her footing or she too will be ****** into the evil workings and default herself from
Her true glory there is no greater sadness to see a beautiful created gift shorn of it true quality thrown
To the ground and trampled on that is what is so alluring about Cloud she is everything but still
Innocence flows from her she has a glow that comes from within that makes her translucent you could
Weep in her presence and she wouldn’t condemn or use it to her advantage no she would only lift
A gentle hand wipe away the tears it’s a pleasure to be in the presence of one herself waif like she
Creates in you a sense of well being mother is one of women’s name that doesn’t mean you’re left out if
You don’t have children it still your nature it’s the rapture men feel when they look on you but can’t
Explain what it is I must draw to a close emotions overtake instead of a cloud it is tears that make it hard
to Continue to all women my prayer is be real be strong and God Bless you
