I was two years old when things cam in to focus, standing under my mom as she did the dishes, holding on to the door handles on the bottom cabinets in the kitchen, a women with a solid heart of gold, light skin portages and beautiful inside and out, Dad was some were doing something, a Proud man from the west indies, Island of Barbados, Loved and hated everyone at the same time,
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Paul Cutting Poems
Above The Clouds
the moon is always smiling against It's darkened shroud the stars are always dancing to the abundance they bow the clouds are always laughing so elegant and proud
As I sit by this stream of endless thoughts, passing by as I am taught to listen as they are brought to me then fade away for nougat, these waterfalls of thoughts.
Bee or not the Bee
The way it came to me was very strange to explain it traveled to me through me on its way to my brain a quiet thought brought a loud proclaim of an energy many of you would say was insane
between you and I
between you and I, All my words are plagiarized, but not from an earthly realm they travel through the ether and make my thoughts there Home
breath that breathes
What is that sound, breath that breathes on you who is it that breathes on me, that is the breath of Her that breathes aloud on you, what is that warmth I feel that is the warmth of her who breathes on you,
Flood of tears
Each word I felt was spirit fulled my eyes with tears Each visual created in my mind followed everywhere through the valley up the hills up to the mountain peek I felt the love the hater the peacemaker and the meek
who has awaken me from my slumber, is it but the sun that shines upon my face, or is it my Friend the bees that doth drink from me may be its the rain that brings me drink this day
As the words congeal in my mind its time for me to find some time to write these words of mine, and climb to heights divine, that brings forth the signs of our times, to bring sight to the blind of mind, not to shine light that would blind, but to bring straight to discourse the force of truth divorced of fear, to tear through doubt of life and death for they are mine to share, and peer over all that is and is to come, what fun it is to dance upon this spinning sphere, light years from anywhere suspended in thin air, in cased in ozone atmosphere.
For me its by the fire, I can sit and be inspired, watching it dance will take me a way, to my own empire,
Feel this (now it is finished)
I hope to make you read this I hope to be a realist I want you to have to deal with exactly how I feel this
Ghost rhyme I caught
Hear me now I speak to thee from mountain tops And mighty seas the earth may not spin before your Needs Be met by me.
You touch me so, telling me this, sharing what you feel of the Love shining through... and as Love would have it, DearOne, as you were writing this, I was telling another about my strange ways of often being very late in responding to emails, and in that, that person
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Above The Clouds
the moon is always smiling against It's darkened shroud
the stars are always dancing to the abundance they bow
the clouds are always laughing so elegant and proud
so if your heart is broken and you are feeling down
and you can't find good reason not to scream to God aloud
O'God why have you forsaken me underneath this darkened Cloud
then just Run out side right now, go now
Dance with the Stars!
Smile with the moon!
Laugh with the clouds!
and just remember this:
the sun is always shinning you need only rise above those clouds