A few months have passed since the inception of these poems dedicated to my great grandmother. At the time I didn't have much to verbally deliver, but I did have so much more to feel. I think art is a spiritual medium to which we allow the world to see our soul.
I am not sure if writing was ever supposed to be casted as an ability, but I see it as my medium. Never intentionally to decorate the life, but to have courage in understanding the rarity of what it all means....they have no words to give me, their presence is already archived in my soul, where belonging and healing meet at the gates of revolution."
Time has passed and all I have are words. Maybe in this sense I do not speak them, but they are known and heard. When we write we are sending off letters to the world, in them, there is agony, pain, grief, sadness, joy, and wonder. I think they all go hand in hand. If I could speak about my great-grandmother, what would I say? The world has felt her leaving, and in it, her absence of presence is more than enough....they have no words to give me, their presence is already archived in my soul, where belonging and healing meet at the gates of revolution."
I am not sure if writing was ever supposed to be casted as an ability, but I see it as my medium. Never intentionally to decorate the life, but to have courage in understanding the rarity of what it all means....they have no words to give me, their presence is already archived in my soul, where belonging and healing meet at the gates of revolution."
Time has passed and all I have are words. Maybe in this sense I do not speak them, but they are known and heard. When we write we are sending off letters to the world, in them, there is agony, pain, grief, sadness, joy, and wonder. I think they all go hand in hand. If I could speak about my great-grandmother, what would I say? The world has felt her leaving, and in it, her absence of presence is more than enough....they have no words to give me, their presence is already archived in my soul, where belonging and healing meet at the gates of revolution."
Lynn Warren stare at the ground and let my feet do the st. louis shuffle...eight to the bar.Writers rules, fairy tales to write, daily events. Light And Darkness, Sinners And Saints, Devils And Bats, Out Of Hell, Tales In Air.Stars And Shapes, Wishes And Hope, Winds To Wings, Angels In The Air, Castles In The Sky, Dances In The Clouds....they have no words to give me, their presence is already archived in my soul, where belonging and healing meet at the gates of revolution."
Time has passed and all I have are words. Maybe in this sense I do not speak them, but they are known and heard. When we write we are sending off letters to the world, in them, there is agony, pain, grief, sadness, joy, and wonder. I think they all go hand in hand. If I could speak about my great-grandmother, what would I say? The world has felt her leaving, and in it, her absence of presence is more than enough....they have no words to give me, their presence is already archived in my soul, where belonging and healing meet at the gates of revolution."
Lynn Warren stare at the ground and let my feet do the st. louis shuffle...eight to the bar.Writers rules, fairy tales to write, daily events. Light And Darkness, Sinners And Saints, Devils And Bats, Out Of Hell, Tales In Air.Stars And Shapes, Wishes And Hope, Winds To Wings, Angels In The Air, Castles In The Sky, Dances In The Clouds....they have no words to give me, their presence is already archived in my soul, where belonging and healing meet at the gates of revolution."
Lynn Warren stare at the ground and let my feet do the st. louis shuffle...eight to the bar.Writers rules, fairy tales to write, daily events. Light And Darkness, Sinners And Saints, Devils And Bats, Out Of Hell, Tales In Air.Stars And Shapes, Wishes And Hope, Winds To Wings, Angels In The Air, Castles In The Sky, Dances In The Clouds....they have no words to give me, their presence is already archived in my soul, where belonging and healing meet at the gates of revolution."
Time has passed and all I have are words. Maybe in this sense I do not speak them, but they are known and heard. When we write we are sending off letters to the world, in them, there is agony, pain, grief, sadness, joy, and wonder. I think they all go hand in hand. If I could speak about my great-grandmother, what would I say? The world has felt her leaving, and in it, her absence of presence is more than enough....they have no words to give me, their presence is already archived in my soul, where belonging and healing meet at the gates of revolution."
Time has passed and all I have are words. Maybe in this sense I do not speak them, but they are known and heard. When we write we are sending off letters to the world, in them, there is agony, pain, grief, sadness, joy, and wonder. I think they all go hand in hand. If I could speak about my great-grandmother, what would I say? The world has felt her leaving, and in it, her absence of presence is more than enough....they have no words to give me, their presence is already archived in my soul, where belonging and healing meet at the gates of revolution."
Every girl dreams of a white knight in shining armor, but in real life, we often have to let our heart just find that comfortable person with whom life seems to be just a little brighter 
.Stars And Shapes, Wishes And Hope, Winds To Wings, Angels In The Air, Castles In The Sky, Dances In The Clouds....they have no words to give me, their presence is already archived in my soul, where belonging and healing meet at the gates of revolution."
.Stars And Shapes, Wishes And Hope, Winds To Wings, Angels In The Air, Castles In The Sky, Dances In The Clouds....they have no words to give me, their presence is already archived in my soul, where belonging and healing meet at the gates of revolution."
Adam Van Monkey-Hanuman Pigs, Pigs, Hogs, Hoes, Horns To Blast, Cows To Call, Lions, Tigers, And Bears, Oh My: uncanny resemblance to you 😂😂😂😂Freaks, Frogs, Fools, Dimes To Drop. Stars And Shapes, Wishes And Hope, Winds To Wings, Angels In The Air, Castles In The Sky, Dances In The Clouds....they have no words to give me, their presence is already archived in my soul, where belonging and healing meet at the gates of revolution."
Lynn Warren stare at the ground and let my feet do the st. louis shuffle...eight to the bar.Writers rules, fairy tales to write, daily events. Light And Darkness, Sinners And Saints, Devils And Bats, Out Of Hell, Tales In Air.Stars And Shapes, Wishes And Hope, Winds To Wings, Angels In The Air, Castles In The Sky, Dances In The Clouds....they have no words to give me, their presence is already archived in my soul, where belonging and healing meet at the gates of revolution."
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