Craig Fieldings

No body of sea or mass of land can keep me from you. Sunrise and sunset begins and ends with you on my mind, praying for the day that we will be together once more.
I wonder if you daydream as I do of all the happy moments we shared. It's like a picture in our mind's eye encapsulated from time.
Many have tried to describe love and I am no expert on the matter, but I know my heart goes pitter patter. When I see you or mention your name.
Now I know it takes two to make this work and the distance between us got us hurt. But I can promise as sure as the sun will rise in the morning I'll stand by your side till the end of time, and come running when I hear you calling.
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She lives, breaths and speaks. I dream a land filled with exotic flowers living together displaying a spectacular prism of colors; purples, reds, orange and yellows, all are welcome no matter what color there's plenty soil to go around.
Birds stretch their wings for their morning flight and as if it’s their job to wake the rest of nature’s creatures up with a song of their own.
Majestic white capped mountains stretch into cloud city congregating, each with a story to tell.
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Music that keeps you moving and grooving.
Its mind blowing, relaxing and spiritual… pick your medicine.
The thunderous base-line runs through the spine and becomes synchronized with my heart beat. Sharp chords make the hairs on my arm stand up. My feet can’t help but follow along with the steady pulse of the drum’s beat. Going.. going.. gone, to another stratosphere, Baby!
I’m having an out of body experience!
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We classify them as short and long, but always coming and going. Vague are some but clear are those that we cheerish for when we need it the most.

The dark ones we rather forget. Sticking like thorns in the skull, they are vivid, relentless and haunting.
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The sound of the crashing of the water’s crest against the beaches rocks. The beginning of first light across the horizon. A dull then an increasing brighter orange shimmers across the span of sea.

Then the sun peeks it’s face little by little. It envelopes the earth with a radiant spectacular yellow glow. Every day it visits the sea and everyday the sea welcomes her. Some of us will see it rise and fall, others will not.
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Could it happen in America? Many experts underestimated her.
The anchormen and women on broadcast stations across America described the aftermath of Katrina like a 3rd world country.
She grew to a Category IV with 175 mph howling winds and 25 ft waves, extending her arms over 300 miles covering the Gulf Coast.
The cities lay in ruins. Biloxi, Mobile, New Orleans.
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Mister.. Mister.. can I get a job? Let me tell you there’s no shame in my game. This is America, the land of the free and the brave, where capitalism reigns. So why I’m I broke?
Look mister.. I’ll wash your car, walk your dog, cut your yard, just give a brotha a chance to get some of those dead presidents you got. I’ve served our country honorably and you told everyone how proud you were of me, so here’s your chance to show it, quick don’t miss the opportunity. I might change my mind. Wait where are you going? Ok.. Ok.. but let’s not use that word patriotism so loosely then.
I’m back…What do you mean your not hiring, today? Just out of curiosity, if you knew I needed a visa would you use me then? Don’t play games I know how it works.. I might not have your fancy car or house or clothes but don’t think I don’t know who backs you stood on to get where you are.
What is this? I’m not applying for a charity position so you can stop being so tight. I know you’re conducting a business but I got to eat too.
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What does your crystal ball say?
Look deep, what are my odds?
Gazing in the future with virgin eyes, I can’t help but wonder what my chances are.
Well you know what they say “you only live once”, right?
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How I adore Jamaica, in all her beauty.

Vibrant colors of clothes displays her passion for life, a slight accent from her native tongue adds to her exotic style.
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