Treasure Island

Gerry Legister

(21/01/66 / Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica)

Our Feelings


A lifelong quest inspired by our emotions,
fascination felt within the heart soul, and body.
It can drive us to the brink of generosity,
in tireless pursuit, or fantasies of endless passions.

Our feelings goes roaming with strong desire,
Enchantments and intrigued radiates from within.
Brings out character and absorb where we begin,
fills the low voids, and take the roads we share.

Our the best will seems good yet so misgiving,
Feelings constantly flow from emotional sources,
Explore watery paths and many different courses,
Everyday; we all have feelings worth sharing.

The sensational power to engage natural responses,
our feelings surge to surface anywhere on earth,
we were born with this affectionate gift at birth,
Teardrops at first, and then we hear them in songs.

Beating out lyrics the meaning of interpretation,
Poetry with nothing sweeter than unique feelings,
Engrossed in the midst of joy with new meanings
Release from the heart the fear of consternation.

Submitted: Saturday, September 07, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013

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feelings is the elements of emotions

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