When we are young and free,
our heart has no limits.
We get older and wiser,
we are hurt a little bit.
And when we are lying on our death bed,
our hearts are broken, it is to late to realize.
“I am alive”,
I still have time to realize.
Tres
Inspired by a Chicken Soup for the Soul Poem about an Anglican Bishop.
Dominions move stars and hold planets in place,
Asteroids, comets, super novas
lightnings pass by and they are kept away
Dominions move stars and hold planets in place,
Dominions, Domination spelling and pronunciation sound very different but in two different languages mean the same.
Falling stars, rising stars-suns burning out,
new stars, old stars – from Earth it is hard
to see them, they are away far.
Tres
Poem inspired by car from the Miraculous Medal Votive Lights Card.
8:25pm vision of miraculous Medal Association Votive Lights Card.
8:29pm eyes on card had blue colored light shinning upward. (The light I saw represents healing [St. Luke and St. Bridget, I had similar visions]).
8:35pm eyes of card red like the women in the National Geographic World Religions Special Edition Book.
The worker-foundation of freedom
A Slave
A Slave
The worker-foundation of freedom
For food the unwanted parts made into delicacies
The worker-foundation of freedom
A Slave
A Slave
Tres
Inspired by the Installation of President Barack OBama 44th President of the United States of America
Trees have roots
going deep,
a trunk, strength and foundation
branches, a path connected to the trunk and roots with independence,
leaves, regeneration.
Trees, Trees, Trees!!!!!
Tres
Nature’s brush strokes with pen and paper,
the color of words verbally painted,
motivation is not “I can’t”,
working consistently we sometimes feel faint,
forgetting history I ain’t.
Nature’s brush strokes with pen and paper,
inspire artist, influence taste,
new ideas are like a race,
quick production can cause a waste.
Nature’s brush strokes with pen and paper,
a desk we set the brief case and
our rose and vase.
Nature’s brush strokes with pen and paper.
Tres
Magic in the trees give a natural feeling,
colors more than green supernationally seen,
magic in the trees give a natural feeling,
yellow from changing seasons and red fire,
the renewal of natural artist inspired.
Blue skys above and behind,
the mysticism of nature to our eyesight is kind.
Magic in the trees give a natural feeling,
the home of ants and bugs, spiders and birds.
The turds of herds of animals that sleep, rest, and live.
The fertilizing of the ground, from where we came, the animals give.
Nature turns of toxins and waste,
evolution is not something of haste,
Jesus Christ calls Simon Peter our foundation or base.
May our World recieve and Love God’s Holy Face.
Tres
At 8:52 am while writing this poem I had a vision of St. Lucy, it looked like the St. Lucy medal I wear.
This poem was inspired by my painting of a tree.
