You left me alone
Your spirit descended and disappeared
As I remember, your Death came quick
I observed
I immediately felt alone
There was no longer your presence
Standing being the only image
Suddenly you spoke in a distance whisper, “Never far always Near”
Those words encouraged me, and you told me not to worry
Don’t feel sorry
You said my cries have no despair
I have always been fair
You see I am doing just fine
Sometimes I feel loss
Having no place in this world
Your soulful words, “I am where the Lord wants me to be”
Your distance far
I wish you were still here
The joy and friendship
Once upon a time
A person who was so kind
One day, we will meet again
A reacquaint that will never end
Remember you always
Your voice close to my heart
Your words my daily start
Soulful true
You are my daily life to always pursue.

Nylon twist
A story no one would want to miss
A male named Vanessa
A Ship Captain at that
By day maneuvering a steamship in ship uniform
By night, a transformation
A Captain who wears Nylon and steps out in high platform heels, and dances to the sounds of music of Donna Summer
Mysterious beyond anyone’s wonder
A ship having no dip
An unbelievable tip
One doesn’t know who is actually steering a ship or aboard
Two sides of conceal and transform
Nylon win
No pretend
A Captain transition that can

Look here and listen
Understand your own standards and principles
Just that simple
Stand and prepare your agenda
Wisdom comes from educate
Life living streams
A mind to associate
Words that one will alleviate
Assemble and enable
No stop with inspiration on top
To be wise, one must be wiser beyond
Imagine the possibilities
Put into play
Let wisdom lead the way
Daily each day

Solid ground
Secrete place
Rising high above
Foundation strong
How, Now and moment
The prayer within
The response
Action unlimited
The cries
Desperation
Tribulation woes
The Rock
Faith strength
Holy, Holy, Holy
Solid blessing
Enriching Soul
Embracing heart
Holy Again
The take in

Living until Death
Narrow time left
Flesh and Soul
Truimphant of Behold
Death was a failure
Living thereafter
Doctors predicted what would be
Heaven said, let’s see
Life not controlled by Doctor’s words
The spiritual one
Always among
Can never be outdone
The final 7 became 67
Witness to that
My track
The fact
Imagine that

Dear Diary words
When I first started being a Poet, I always wondered how my words sound?
Was I meant to be a Poet?
Do I have the need and purpose to write?
It was a life learning situation
Finding my own observation
The courage within
Determined then
Knowing writing wasn’t a sin
Inspiration always in doing words transform
That’s the norm
It took a little longer from the very beginning
I thought I would never compose in transcribe
I was scare beyond compare
As a Poet, one must measure individually up
Through strength from my Grandfather’s wisdom
I became the Poet you see today
Improved ways
Being a Poet ok
Diary reminder, “A Poet who can, there’s a shall.

I remember so well
It was my Grandfather doing the tell
I would sit in his lap
Listening to stories from the wise old man
It was a story of a Woodsmen and an Ax
The narration of fireplace wood
The fire and where it stood
The dialog of how wood makes the fireplace flame
Embracing hour by hour and minute by minute
My mind began to understand
It was the warmth from the fireplace, but the true love of my Grandfather’s heart
Yet he used to tell me many other stories
Interesting and intrigue
I remained quite it and let my Grandfather proceed
Every given moment
Sooner not later, I would start to fall asleep
My Grandfather would kiss me on my forehead with my soul to keep
It was from lap to nap
My Grandfather would carry me to my bed
It was good night and sleep tight
There were dreams of dancing through the night
My Grandfathers delight tale’s
Legacy life of living, and remembering an old man.