"myownartwork" poems
I broke the wood
I painted the wall so neatly
I plastered the wall of jericho
I build the house of jesse
I lead the children of isrealite to the red sea
I pulled down the strong tower of babel
The wood almost pushed me away
Water almost washed the paint away
It wasn't easy plastering the wall of jericho
Jesse's family almost didn't recognise me
The eyes of the red sea was too hot
But we crossed anyway
Pulling d tower down was almost impossible
YES YES I hear a voice saying
I AM MY OWN MIRACLE.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
Myownartwork I nourish like a child
Myownartwork I protect and care
Myownartwork I run when call
Myownartwork I sit and listen
Myownartwork I wake at nite
Myownartwork I cannot destroy
Myownartwork I know the weakness
Myownartwork I can destroy
Myownartwork will beg to get 2 me
Myownartwork may make me strong or weak
Myownartwork I may detest
But whats the essence of building an artwork I know I will destroy?
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC