Poetry By : Ryan Beitler

Poetry Power House!

The power of words and taking the best from every situation in life is priceless. Poetry is a form of Art, that opens the soul and heart to truly understanding obstacles or phenomenons that occur.

Some people endure more pain in life and have to overcome obstacles to accomplish their dreams. I mean lets face it, not everyone has mommy and daddy to get things or a silver spoon. Poetry is a passion and love that allows us to explain and capture the moment or feelings at the time.Everything that happens to us in life makes a stronger mentally physically and morally. So capture the energy of everything in life that may come your way and allow the power of words to open your mind!

" My poems have an old look like stone city, so many readers have come. If you be a lucky one, stay until your eyes be tiresome. While you read, messages between the lines will rise. ~Listen~

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po·et·ry

Noun:

  1. The art or work of a poet.
    1. Poems regarded as forming a division of literature.
    2. The poetic works of a given author, group, nation, or kind.
  2. A piece of literature written in meter; verse.
  3. Prose that resembles a poem in some respect, as in form or sound.
  4. The essence or characteristic quality of a poem.
  5. A quality that suggests poetry, as in grace, beauty, or harmony

Copyright

Every Poem on this page is the authentic work of RYAN C. BEITLER. I reserve the rights to everything that appears on this page as my own poetry. Thank You "0

Priceless

Just look into my eyes

you can see diamonds glisten inside.

Hence, THE VIEW OF MY MIND IS PRICELESS!

Pedals combed by the dusk's yawn, shed an array of color when the sun shine is on.   In the misty morning plays a tune, flowers dancing to dry their bums.
Pedals combed by the dusk's yawn, shed an array of color when the sun shine is on. In the misty morning plays a tune, flowers dancing to dry their bums.

Dedicated to my precious rose Ldb

I miss you so, like a rose yearning the sun in mid December. You are the flower in the center of my heart.The pedals slowly dry,limp in the absence when apart.The wholes left,are of a sponge in number and depth.Even Romeo has not tasted, the amount of tears wept for thee!

Immortality's' Ingredients Rcb 4/26/09

Time is but a storm,

Death is its span to last.

Eventually another will form,

a forecast of Immortalitys' soul!

Yesterday,nature whispered a howling wind,perhaps of sins before problems begin.For its tone barely breezed my ear, speaking softly of mistreatment and care.Only a few does the tender majesty speak, deep in the evergreens where only select meet!
Yesterday,nature whispered a howling wind,perhaps of sins before problems begin.For its tone barely breezed my ear, speaking softly of mistreatment and care.Only a few does the tender majesty speak, deep in the evergreens where only select meet!

Lying next to a tree

rocking my knee to a beat.

A buzzing caught my ear

bumbling a song in the air.

A glare sparkled the river

perceiving beauty to my eyes.

Next to me a flowery surprise

only the Bee knows whats inside.

Breeze the clouds by in the sky,my savior, once more shall I soak the warm sunny rays.Twice, shall I gaze at the meadows wide, burning a lost flower in the rectum of my eyes.
Breeze the clouds by in the sky,my savior, once more shall I soak the warm sunny rays.Twice, shall I gaze at the meadows wide, burning a lost flower in the rectum of my eyes.

A Writer

Life is a puzzle with a distorted picture, pieces come together forming a permanent fixture~!

Gathering Slowly, the pureness and a heart in sync. A storm quietly rises as white is fed with ink.Like a garden, a mind will grow with variety , the more in touch and in tune around everyday society.
Gathering Slowly, the pureness and a heart in sync. A storm quietly rises as white is fed with ink.Like a garden, a mind will grow with variety , the more in touch and in tune around everyday society.

Value of Poetry

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Poetic Life

Some things last world without end

the sky,grief, until suspension of time.

Also a poetic souls storyline

a heart,mind, time without end.

No paper is needed where white lights reside

Jesus has seen and felt the insides of all man.

A Poets' Blessing

Bless me father

glide my pen with your grace.

Awakened me another morning

a big yawn sounds a poets' face.

What be on the agenda today?

Provide me the strength, I pray!

Somewhere out a far lies a star,one that receives my wishes with open arms. Gods' little messenger spying in the sky, one not partial to get my hopes up too high. So cross my fingers letters are true, of the pain and suffering I've survived through.
Somewhere out a far lies a star,one that receives my wishes with open arms. Gods' little messenger spying in the sky, one not partial to get my hopes up too high. So cross my fingers letters are true, of the pain and suffering I've survived through.
My heart, my thoughts, these are pure till' death.Also the clouds, the heavenly skies, the watchers' barrier and magnified eyes.     Only God can judge a life, no one else can see through the BLACK AND WHITE.             No other soul can capture the
My heart, my thoughts, these are pure till' death.Also the clouds, the heavenly skies, the watchers' barrier and magnified eyes. Only God can judge a life, no one else can see through the BLACK AND WHITE. No other soul can capture the

Pure Love

Your touch be the fabrics of a rose

so soft and delicate running through a soul.

Your lips hold a cool morning breeze

sending a chill throughout weakening the knees.

Both of these qualities you possess

along with my heart inside your chest! LDB

Picture of Panther and Anaconda

Walk Of Glory:Best poems And Poest of 2004 Ryan C. Beitler

A Panther strides shedding grace and confidence,

its paws denting the muddy Amazon floor.

The cats glowing eyes and tuned in ears

glued to eternal night gliding over at pace.

Then without pause or hesitation,

absence of sound occurs with a scent,

death slowly mixing with oxygen.

Preparing for the worst to take place,

the animals heart and thoughts begin to race,

for the predator, an Anaconda, seeks its taste.

Without pause, the Puma is circled into snakeskin,

like a screw into wood squeezing so tight,

the Cat endures severe pain without a fight.

God's real life food chain setting up a moment,

for another lovely creature is lost again,

memories remember by a dull forefoot footprint.

True love: Mixture of poems inspired by the Love of my life *LDB*

My only pain is not to caress your face

forgetting the craving of loves real taste.

Everyday your with me, my soul,

the remedy to anything life may hold!

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Once upon a magical sunny day

a princess lay aside of me dreaming away.

Running my fingers through her curly hair

a cool breeze whispers through the air.

Battering her eyes an Angel comes to

smiling with Rosie red cheeks melting a heart in two!

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Every moonlight that makes me feel alone

I think of you, my very own guardian angel.

So ill search for the brightest star in the sky

this represents the magnitude of our love inside.

Life After death :by Ryan C. Beitler

Pondering In solitude stirring up a spell

a continuous chamber evolving the depths of a well.

Eventually, with time destiny be to die

yet words of a poet burn the rectum of readers' eyes.

Like salt water fizzles into sand only to rest

possess me the cure to speak life after death!

Master Of The Art : by Ryan C. Beitler

Circulation throughout the mind

can form a masterpiece dangerous by design.

To add blood flowing with determination

creates a human being to exceed common thinking.

Push unbelievable thought rotation to sound

setting standards of greatness and high expectations.

Endless drafts of a craft provides the aftermath

sparking intelligence to surpass the mass common.

My freedom of speech leaves an indelible mark

in the history of writing known to mankind!

Remedy Rcb Ldb

Every night I wish from a far

upon a star of where upon you are.

Just a glimpse of an angels face

slow motion like a doves peaceful grace.

Your touch be my crutch

when times grow tough and grey.

Inside me veins flow your love

gathering me through times of struggle.

Your voice be a stain

like the cold November rain.

Deep inside my brain

a remedy to you being away.

Every memory embraced in my heart

The brute strength sparking a poetic art.

Death

Another friend, I remember,

 like spring before depths of December.

All day yesterday it rain

 rest in piece the depths you lay.

In the crevices of my heart

 shook an earthquake causing a fault.

Death does not pause or halt

 nor senses to feel wrong doing or fault.

Skill

I hear the Robin chirp a song

all day long with the stroke of my pen.

The melody behind the deaf

as each sentence come to an end.

Throughout, extend from my heart

every stroke like piccasos' art.

My mind, sharp as and Eagles eye

with every word positioned on a line.

Sometimes, the rhyme arrive

just in time as I strive for the best!

Everyday I test my skills

observing as my intellect spills.

PAIN!

Pain is not to caress your face,

forgetting the craving of loves real taste.

Everyday my heart is with you, my soul,

the remedy to anything life's future may hold.

Ryan Christopher Beitler LDB*

Falls' Fear

A cool breeze brushes my brown hair,

fanning trees to bleed leaves into the air.

An array of color :fall and winter mix,

wilting pedals leaving naked sticks.

How fair to bare natures cold,

for flowers bare nothing: not even a whole.

Fading away till' next year a whole,

visions of beauty lost to falls frigate cold!

Ryan Christopher Beitler

Poetic Cry!

Bless me father reconstruct my chest,

Provide me the strength to journey this quest

Patching the wounds absorbed and possessed!

Ryan Christopher Beitler

Life after death 2

Death does not sympathize

nor apologize before it arrives.

It spare the eye just a blink

a mind, one thought it gather to think.

The term to me

looses buzz like the bee.

Injecting a sting

before death summons thee.

Therefore, the word,

be a stale thought to me.

I've supported many thought

a poets' indelible mark in history.

Death be in for a surprise

less he forget i breath, alive.

Thou deprive my heart to beat

Elysium hear the words i speak..

Laboratory Of Words

In the crevice's of my intellectual potentiality

be the dialect depicting a poems personality

Inside each beat that pump in my circulatory

be passion of speech, an experimental laboratory!

Grief

Grief seize marching for me

resided an eternity it seemed.

His placing was naked to the eye

till'' tears massed a puddle inside out.

Like dew wiggle a leaf

tears dribble off my cheek

Till' my eyes close to sleep

drained from an arid weeping.

Judgement Day

The sun gradually rise

enlightening all the meadows wide.

An Eagle glide through the sky

visualising the deepest valleys a wide.

Armageddons horses rumble to thee

lifting off from a field of asphodels.

The golden pointers slow in speed

as the gates of Hell open its realm.

Clutching the reins, at helm,

is Hades, the torched of evil deeds.

He has heard the old sophistries

yet, propelled from Hell with a storm.

Lying on my deathbed

the instant my veins pump no more.

He'll thrum upon the door

late, to Gods assumption of my soul.

Life after Death 3

Drench my mind with wisdom

when the time comes, leak my pen.

Spare the knowledge to a poet

before I reach the kingdom of Heaven.

Give diversity to words i speak

with a spark to reach the peak i seek.

Soak my heart eternally in my art

desire in the ink to set the mark..

So when the time arrive

death freeze my poetic soul.

Words of visions I told

are truly eternally observed!

The way

How lonely be the tree

surrounded by acres of green.

Visitors are rarely seen

where the Blue Jay tends to be.

Two Butterflies tango

down a path angled to a stream.

Arrived in Hepridites garden

a vast field of everlasting dreams.

I tried to emulate the seam

yet, it was to small for a human to see.

The journey was without cease

circling, like bees to the sweetest nectar.

Maybe the bumble bee

share the entrance to thee

Perhaps I key the bee

as long it doesn't see me!

Elysium

The Harebell fit her girdle

like a shell shape a turtle.

As the eye of Heaven open wide

illuminating the meadows a wide.

Inside the dim shade

just before the sun rise.

A butterfly stretch the seam

to depths where Elysium be seen.

Just for a second..

I caught a glimpse..

Like an eclipse

that bleed the sky.

Just for a moment..

was visual to the eye!

1600 eyes to satisfy!

Contemplating, hard at work

my mind catch wind of a thought.

Suddenly, a fly whiz by

sitting on thoughts he caught!

Sixteen-Hundred eyes

now depicting my art.

Yet, one simple mind

is surely easier to spark!

DNA of a Poet

Looming for quite some time

a DNA of rhythm my pen leek.

Deep inside the ink that bleed

be glimpses of an able mind, to see!

Perfect Setting

Birds chirp the skies outside

a cool breeze pass the meadows wide.

The sun bribe my neck of warmth

the setting for one to write his worth.

A riddle my mind

A riddle rhyme inside my mind

 lingered for a time till my pen unwind.

Picked like pedals

 a word at a time.

The ink slowly fizzled

 designing a rhyme to design.. .

 

 

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A riddle Part 2

A riddle riddled my brain

as i doodled it poured like rain.

Days before, I felt it brew

gathering like dew upon a leaf.

Immortal

Blending, in a populated era

 common, like the flower to a bee.

Or a a fish that swim the sea

 ordinary, like a breeze through hair.

Can God enshrine in the memory

 recall all of us by a certain quality.

Or are we all common to the eye

 like clouds that drift by the sky.

Hopefully, cluttered in his brain

 he recall his son like a towel do a stain.

Inside my veins flow his breath

 he beat the heart that thump my chest.

So it would only be precise

 like winter sacrifice natures green.

He see the beauty just before

 death freezes mother natures core.

Planted, like a rose before his door

 wiltering pedals of my poetic soul.

He can recollect what be

 ressurect the pedals of a leaf!

Heart

Inside, burning alive

a heart of fire that gleam wild.

Stroking my pen with desire

capturing thoughts in mass piles.

Now and then from my head

 words telaport to the tip of my pen.

Tendencies of my thought waves

 engage with blank lines upon page.

Day-to-day, every way i feel

 slowly opening the seal to my heart.

Sleeping Beauty LDB

Once upon a magical sunny day

 a princess lay a side me dreaming away..

Running my fingers through her curly hair

 a cool breeze whispers through the air.

Battering her eyes and ANGEL comes to

 smiling, rosie red cheeks, melting a heart in two!

 

Dreams

Dreams are close to the sweet red apple

 dangling high in a tree at the peak of a bea

Or the quickest tadpole surging the streams

 harder to catch then the little bugger seams..

 

Creeeeeepy Crawling Spider

A creepy poisonous spider

 very swiftly approaches thou leg

"Be gone" the young man said

 kicking the spider on the head!

Lounging with no mercy

 only to impinge its venomous pain,

 unloading with such impetuous force,

 leaving him yelping in agony...

Days later.. His skin becomes ablaze,

 stumbling from a virus flowing in his veins,

 only to collapse in sever shock.

Perishing.. an accelerated speed,

 thinking of times past and unfinished dreams.

"To die like this i do not deserve,"

 he says declining to his demise.

The mans eyes begin to taper

 like a candle burning low.

For the last sound indented in his head

 were the eight legs dragging on his cranium

 from a creepy crawling tarantula!

 

Poetry In Motion

A single notion from a nimble young man

 causes poetry in motion by the devotion of his hand.

Pieced together, flowing like an ocean

 a glow of captivity steadily surrounds.

Boundless.. like a still orange sunset faded around!

A Word

Once a word is spoken

 It dies only later to be awoke.

Evoked by the black ink of my pen.

Poets Memo

Thoughts flexing In a perplexing mind

 design a picture at a selected moment in time..

Deception Rcb + LDB

Your glorification is fabricated with hay

 formulated by past tide of events gone stray.

For all one is worth I plight troth

 one could not pictorialize the pain languished.

The sufferance has set the tone

 to exhibit your artificial core is stone.

How courageous your mentality be

 for you to portray a picture of make believe.

Cold Hearted

So much torchure and strain

 rejects a majority of people in the brain.

The hearts crevises slowly close

 fading the heat to a chilling cold.. 

Living On a Prayer

You may not remember me

 who, what or where I reside.

I wont lie nor even pretend

 been a time since I stenciled you in.

Bless me father for I have sinned

 you know of these deeds: evil I have did.

Maybe petty for my life lived

 time served for a withering heart.

The ache has begun to mold

 shredding the core of my poetic soul.

The pain has bore so long

 for sometime misery prolongs....

Work Ethic

Sweat and tears breeding success

 possesing the mind to surpass the rest.

Pain circulates through my veins

 discuised with words as pure as rain.

The brain bleeds, leaking my pen

 molding paper to a gem in the end.

Of a different breed, a blend unknown

 evolved standards in a class of my own.

Wanted! Dead Or Alive

Found a flower lost

 headed from its root and stem.

Sever would be the cost

 if the villain be apprehend.

In the deep greens of nature

 before the majesty they stand.

For petrifying the flowers bud

 cut down by willingness at hand.

Today, we recall how sweet

 this nectar truly was inside.

This will not fly well with the Bee

 as a buzz spread a wide the seas.

Plucked eyes for unseen beauty

 be a fitting punishment to me.

So thy can roam the underworld

 as a demon, blind, who can not see!

Dawn

The stars faded snail-like

 as daylight peaks a boo.

The crickets chanted in the night

 till' the rooster cock-a-doodle-doo!

As the sun gradually turns a cheek

another side of the world fall asleep.

Gods paint brush imbue the sky

 depicting sequence to the human mind.

Drought

The sun rays parched the hills

 squinting rivers so vasily filled.

Beavers peaked out dams built

 as a helpless trout sleep so still.

Humidity has no recollection

 of rocks gone bare in the streams.

Yet, the frogs stood bold a week

 till' the cumulus clouds sprang a leak.

Indelible Mark

The rain has flood my vision

 in prison, nowhere to run.

So as a poet I just in-vision

 my pen, as tool for incision.

Heartbreak

The sunset

 gradually cool my heart.

Like a mountain top

 melting ice to part.

Years now apart

 definition again to my heart.

A projection

 of loves visual art..

Ponder if grief could feel,

all the pain it able to deal..

Could it apapt to fear

like an orange before a peel?

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Just the other day

a cut felt so deep.

Today, another,

before I stumble to my feet.

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Chasing a dream be a long run, making it happen be tiresome!

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A world of rules and regulations, can deteriorate the fire behind creation.

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They call me a poet

yet, i not even know it..

Picked up a pen,

suddenly words showed it.

Through life's trenches you must grasp

the time needed for a heart to recap.

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Loves circumstances resemble that of a coma. Lost in the heart and mind, deaf to the world...

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The perfect soul-mate

be a thousand word puzzle.

So many pieces

with a glimpse of a pefect picture.

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Now and then from my head

words teleport to the tip of my pen.

Tendencies of my thought waves

engage with blank lines upon page.

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That night

my pen drift with grace.

Twas a sight of beauty at pace

for a pen not know the secret of erase...

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A riddle rhyme inside my mind

lingered for a time till' my pen unwind.

Picked like pedals

one word at a time..

As the ink fizzled

slowly did this rhyme.

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The grip of my pen

is Aphrodite's hand on bow..

Impact like a bolt of lightening from Zeus above.

Somewhere I spy, sky high with my eyes..

The Red Rose

Only the red rose pedals beautifull coat, know the smoothness my pen evoke. Every crevise so beautifull and pure, like the never ending depths of my poetic soul.To know the seduction of my words, can only be observed from the
Only the red rose petals beautiful coat, know the smoothness my pen evoke. Every crevise so beautiful and pure, like the never ending depths of my poetic soul.To know the seduction of my words, can only be observed from the | Source

How lonely be that leaf?! Rcb

How lonely be that picturesque leaf, that flutter down the road, so helpless and alone. Sometimes when your sooo beautifull, cluttered around people like leaves in a tree, you must roam away from the mass, to show there be no other clone in the class
How lonely be that picturesque leaf, that flutter down the road, so helpless and alone. Sometimes when your sooo beautiful, cluttered around people like leaves in a tree, you must roam away from the mass, to show there be no other clone in the class | Source

Mother Natures Prince: By Ryan Beitler

If my territory of writing feel threatened,

I sting like the Hornet; repeatedly.

My colony of words sting in spurs,

natural impulses with impetuous force,

protecting its sweet honey.

Friends, brothers and sisters will swarm,

adjectives, nouns and verbs blur your face.

My soul, once, was invaded,

my heart, twice, was taken.

Mother nature know of this way,

so trust and access be granted to few.

If you lucky now a days..

I just might open up to you!

Rcb

A Starfish

glide in the sea.

Roamed an eternity

in depths of the Ocean it seamed.

See one day..

it coast with the drift to shore,

sliding through a seam of rocks.

Clanged on, stuck at 4' O clock,

the hour of its death chime my coo coo clock!

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In deep depths of my eyes

lie all pain from past times inside my rectum.

Every tear from each cry

stain paper taking a live form.

Potent poetry cry alive in remoteness of my mind,

Each idea leisurely unwind,

creating masterpieces one word at a time.

A diamond, in an over populated world,

depriving me of the respect I deserve!

God can concur

he has heard, observed all.

A shine blind the eye, glisten,

every time a word is positioned.

Listened, since poetry was born,

knows me as a malicious poetic storm.

This my petition I am the heart and core!

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No other can write the incite my pen tends to ignite,

A sight of a Titan brighter then the lights of Heaven.

For the Gods even know,

the strength of my power is a force to behold.

A mighty Titan around people

is surely easy to observe, yet,

when they size me up with their great eyes,

they are surely in for a surprise!

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The Lord has given his luscious world so much diversity,

yet, his people still can not cooperate over money and power.

Such foolishness for they not realize,

greed and envy be checked at the great gates, upon entrance!


Rcb

My poetry must glimmer, shine,

like a star captivate the eye at night.

A sight so bright with energy

only my pen know secrets to its longevity!

Depths below

the Oceans tidal waves heights

sea critters roam the floors of a different life.

Not known to man like the grace that shed my pen

they know, like words, drift with meaning in the End!

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When I be buried in depths of natures core,

my loved and cherished one not worry.

For Mother Nature will patch the wounds of the reapers illness

curing deaths stillness

seeing me to depths of Elysium.

Though, your naked eye is blind to thee,

I promise to watch over an Angel that is the world to me!

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Tragedy is Gods fuel to the soul. The reaction from the Heart to over come be defined as Bold!

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People try to understand me, though,

it be like a bees' sorest need for nectar.

To figure,

how thoughts can poetically glide

like a never ending projector.

Somewhere in a sector of my brain

words gather like vapor in cumulus clouds forming rain.

It be a forecast

some days it drizzle

others a thunderstorm could set in.

Yet, every now and then

a secret showing of God surround me

causing a wow over the crowd by the force of a Tsunami! ~RCB~!!!!!


Confidence Rcb

If your heart contain doubt or fear, you could never understand what it truly takes, mentally, to be the best at your craft..

R C B

My poetry must glimmer, shine,

like a star captivate the eye at night.

Tis' a sight so bright of energy

only my pen know secrets to its longevity.

Depths below,

the Oceans tidal wave heights,

sea critters roam the floors of a different life.

Not known to man like the grace that shed my pen,

they know, like words, drift with meaning in the end....

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I don't dislike fame. Just the feeling of God being the only to know of my knowledge and writings, be a soothing remedy in place....

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I have no ego, therefore my swagger be held like a pearl in a clam....

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People try to understand me, though,

it be like a bees' sorest need for the sweetest nectar.

To figure, how thoughts can poetically glide like a projector.

Somewhere in a sector of my brain

words gather like vapor in cumulus clouds forming rain.

It be a forecast,

some days it drizzle,

others a thunderstorm could set in.

Yet, every now and then,

a secret showing of God surround me,

causing a wow by the force of a TSUNAMI!

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