where does love begin
in your own head only source in the universe
I have faith in you, and I know you have faith in me, and solely that is what perpetuates my life.
To my guides, I love you.
I felt empowered indeed
And for me you were the source To the front you always lead Saying the stage is yours Though it was hard for me to stand And to be noticed by all the class But you made me understand That courage is needed to progress You knew exactly the right way To show the girl who used to hide I still recall my yesterday I was your student, you was the guide You teach, you help, you support too And here I am passing the test Of all the professors that I knew You are definitely the Best!
To my professor Khalid Lahlou
Tell me why indigenous
seems so obsolete? Thoughts in the genius whose sense is up so late Why originality seem so fake? And off-reality is worth the take? It might not seem its best nor have the Sauce Not in Vogue as the rest But it's the source -Pastorlee
I choose #originality
#indigenousSombodi your #LocalBoy #ipoet
I can feel her love the way I feel the desert winds
of a tangerine evening hurling off the mountains as they reach for the end of the summer solstice. She sings beneath the bridge of god. Oh, how spirits that make the nature of whispers known to my fleshly ears dance to her innocent voice. I can see her crown among the thorned rose vista, ****** by her favoring tobacco musk, and it cascades about the once savage lands of the wanning moon. Her crown is redolent with the astral fragerence of eden. I have walked past the dawn and gazed upon the serpent of the sea, it has been raised only to bow before her loving words. Oh, what peace she brings, and how effortlessly I see the maiden, for I must hear her sing beneath the bridge of god.
O’ Flowing Stream, smooth and calm,
How gentle are your waves Oh, how refreshing is your taste; Like crystal glass, your gaze I came a long and weary way – Walked through the deserts dry And in the moment that my eye Beheld your view I cried --- I cried because my eyes then traced Your course up to the Spring – The Source beyond the mountain top, Where blessings flow and bring I saw a bright and lovely sight: A plan in the Grand Scheme Providence…it brought me here, To drink – to sing – to dream --- O’ Stream, now that I’m here with you, I’m here with you to stay I’ll make my home and plant a tree Beside your waters way I’ll watch it close and give it all I can to help it grow And trust the Source to ever-pour That you may overflow .
A poem about my wife