It’s a work of art Another one of Gods’ acts The splendor of the sand dune A place that could be ones’ doom It’s tempting and alluring Definitely a place of pleasuring It flows like infinite silk Smooth to the touch, tricky and sly You could roll down it And you could sink
Whenever we fall Like a great water fall We flow so fast Past all our life’s efforts And the toils of the past Like the rapids That sweep all in its way All is gone in the twinkling of an eye. But the beauty Of this life that seems so crazy Is the ability to
Slowly, quietly from the fog A gangly shadowy figure appears Thin and frail it is, but deadly Death roams the earth A sickle as its scepter Door by door it knocks None but one can stop this messenger Through the power of God the creator. There is a due date and time That cannot be
I don’t want to be a hero, Big super star, Just a regular girl With laundry, movies and books No pressure, no pain Not striving for more. They say: No pain, no gain Well I am tired of pain. They call me a quitter, Mediocre at best That’s alright, Because all I really want Is
Once upon a time, There was a land called tomorrow, It was a land sought by many, And yet dreaded by some. I sought tomorrow because it held promise, Tomorrow fed hope, It fueled my passion and fear For it was also the land of the unknown.
Ten females sit in class Listening to the teacher teach I am one of them. A few girls in a class of forty. Mama stays at home A baby secured to her back Dirty dishes, dirty laundry, and dirty house All awaiting her attention. I drop my kids off at school My daughter tells me