Threw each other we share interaction
To face a pair of resemblance
To a place it all started passion
Threw memories of remembrance
From a simple walk and talk
To holding hands in the park
To hop and sketch foot by foot painted chalk
To a squirrel in the tree followed below with a dog bark
We carry energy high or maybe low
Sometimes in between facing a outlook
To progress maybe sometimes glow
Are inner wisdom threw a written book
From around the campfire tunes and sparks in the air
We as a whole mauled are way forward
To choose to keep it simple or dare
To push the envelope stamped with a date
We bare are minds to move toward
And reach for are own goals to create
Our own outlook on what is to come
Rather it be shade or light to transpire
Blood flows threw and from the heart like a beat of the drum
Connected to all walks of life with a wire
In gyms and hymns of carried voices
We all are unique and add and spread the butter
Threw are own choices
Threw the world of waves of clutter
I just wanted to say be optimistic
Learn to care and love each other
For are lives are short but leave a footprint that is mystic
About the Creator
Blake Robert
I Write to express my own outlook on any giving thing I come across or think about. Please give me insight on things if you have any input to how I can become better at what I do. Remember LoveWhoYouR!
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Threw a meaning we may seem grounded. Threw the early years that founded in not knowing the phase. Like cattle we grazed upon are own shape and placement. To imagination, stories and arranged stamps we sent. We brought joy and trouble for all to know and see. We placed value in things we held for a key. It was a crazy way to see past are days to the elders that came before are generation. In a since we still are one nation. With a time table able to see what we persuaded on the present day that eventually passed. We are one but we all know are pole had casted a purpose even if we didn't feel it in place. We still caught the strength threw failed chase. To keep on moving and finding structure. Though some of are coca cola bottles where filled with Mentos and ruptured. We shape are selves threw are own well being. Finding are placement and agreeing. To make forth change even if it's just one step forward. Though there are ten steps back. We can rise to the occasion and try to get out a good laugh. We see a shadow when the light is bright. We feel purpose when the mood is right. Helping hand is something we all need at times. I write messages with metaphors that sometimes chime. I always say my voice is either a gift or a curse. My faith is held in a duffle bag with a book that some may call a purse. The well known bird of flock. Is like the rhythm of a grandfather clock. It's a glide of the almighty goose or duck. Lind up in the transparency of not just luck. But trust that the pack and the lead find there way to place to bread and feed. A feather has turned threw generations of packs of all the water and land. Some wore with pride while they galloped threw the terrain and sand. They showed there spirit threw there image and there heart not just to show but do the destiny they persuaded for there own.
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