Poetic Representation

If our life was a movie It would be an epic musical Full of adventure With love so movable I met a soldier and was carried away You sang ‘The way you make me feel’ Then the record continued to play I met “The Producers” Without the alluring But we were from two different worlds Like “Westside Story” Despite our differences We had a lot in common And knew it was worth investing time in So we began fusing Singing our song To “The Sound of Music” Then “The King and I” Became one To him “My Fair Lady” But our song wasn’t done We journeyed to forever after Creating more music Full of love and laughter We were “Singing in the Rain” And “All that Jazz” All the while running toward “Fame” My love, you are “The Music Man” And we a duet Serafin A “Little Night Music” With strings and horns “Meet Me in St. Louis” Because a “Star is Born” “A Chorus Line” continues Taking “Cinderella” to New York But no “Bye Bye Birdie” Th...

20 Years of Love 20 Years of Love Inspiring an endless stream of passion Dancing in each moment everlasting Overcoming obstacles With gentle affection A rollercoaster of adventure With hand in hand connection A purpose designed with dedication On a mighty journey Seeking ultimate elevation Creating a new world Bonding families with the protection of strength and courage Watching the tides as their love flourished Unbreakable duo Which God sought fit to join With timeless antics, each will like to coin With each battle Giving way to destiny 20 years lived exceptionally Loyal to a fault With kindness of hearts so pure Staring love in the eyes Being sorrows cure

My Blessing For eight years I prayed. I sauntered in faith. Though I became weary, I continued to run the race. For eight years I cried. Not willing to forgive my past. Unconsciously condemning myself; Forcing the storms to last. For eight years you heard me. You inclined your ears to my cry; Giving me completion; With new beginnings, I sighed. At the end of my eight years, Blessing began to fall at my feet. God opened the floodgates of Heaven; Now my mustard was larger than a seed.

Brandy sat on the shelf waiting for the time it accompanied a dream being aloof to man's crime unnerving the innermost expressions whether he'd be Banner or the Hulk to be kissed by cruel affections It sits there dangling an escape a maze through a magical door with so many memories to erase or rather to eradicate and make it a just reality not afraid to side-step fate But Brandy is not a device a sinful bottle of schemes a method to make foolish right while yesterday's tainted with slurred lines and a foreseeable dank end