Little girl with a vision

Little girl with a vision,

Who once had one shoe,

Now has many options,

Never took light the words of advice,that her dad gave to her ,

To be independent and have her own,

Little girl with a vision,avoid comparisons that cause sadness to linger,

Choose happiness,

Believe in yourself,

Your existence is a blessing and you can do this!

Go for it!

Written by

LGuiste

A walk in the afternoon

Today I decided to take a walk behind the houses,

The road that leads to the forest,

The dirt road,battered by vans and four wheels,

That walk that not only got my heart pumping and my brows sweaty,

But had my mind creative and my inspiration soaring,

Inhaling clean air at every step,

Taking in nature at its best,

As I walked every tree had a story to tell and wanted me to stay,but as began to run a little their voices fade away,

The beauty of each flower,the birds as they sang out,

Made me stop and appreciate what life is all about,

The little things

Written by Laurna Guiste

Trust God

These days are uncertain,unclear,

What’s next, Seems we wont see what’s coming,even with specs,

Our days go fast and so does our energy,

But Lord yet will I trust thee,

In the added stress,brutality and pain,

Racial injustice and people going insane,

We need you,

When all we got is questions more than answers,

In our fear we boldly cry Jesus,

For we wont forget you or the message of the cross.

We run to our refuge and tower,

For when the earth shakes,in you we are safe,and taken higher,

Cause we trust you.

Written by

LG

My sweet Valentine

Forget the roses,

Forget the chocolate,

Wrap yourself up in this blanket,

Cause babe you’re the gift,

Your presence none can duplicate,

They’ll just make mistakes,

Your loving Im sure to take,

Its the real deal,nothing fake,

So glad that we flow in love,

And God sent you from up above,

We fit together like hand and glove,

I keep counting my blessings,

Cause baby your my biggest flex!

Written by

L.G

In this Moon

Tonight in this moon,

I recall the earthy scent of his perfume,the taste of leaves beneath his tongue,

In this moon,I recall walks, talks and spontaneous kisses,

Ahh that memory my heart misses,but my mind knows better than to be stuck here in nostalgia.

But tonight I remember that time when we were together,

Smoked weed in the darkness,spoke downright madness,

Trespassed inhibitions and danced in the twilight of the morning,

In that moonlight night

Life enrolled like a movie that I led,a wild book that I read,

In this moonlight these thoughts play in my head

Tonight.

Written by

L.G

Sweet Addictions

It’s that sweet nectar from your flower,that got my wings frantic,

That crumple of cookie in my mouth corners,

That I forgot to wipe,that leaves me guilty,

That last pull of herb that made me artsy,

That sip of wine that brought on a swiftness to my wrist,

That satisfaction that brought me to my knees,

That forbidden fruit that got banned,

The filling of emptiness,the taboo that excites,

The longing,the desire,

The intensity,that fire

The space between wanting but refusing to give in,

That control is insane

Written by

L.G

Joe’s Square

It’s Friday and I’m heading to Joe’s square,

Joe’s square where the drunk men tip heavy,

And the waitresses swear,

Where no one cares if your back is bear,

And the wallpaper has lost its color and they sell the best beer.

Joe’s Square where everybody knows everybody,

And if they don’t means your just not from there,

Joe’s Square where the music starts at six and ends at one,

Joe’s Square where everyone hangs to have a lil fun,

A place to release some stress after a long week,

Joe’s square is not for the weak,cause the bar man will roast you if you too shy to speak,

Its the place for the bold,loud and obnoxious

A place you’ll forget by Monday cause of what you drank there,

But by Friday you’ll be right back at the Square.

Written by

LG

Monthly Visits

So,

This unpleasant visitor is at my door again,

The one that not only irritates you but causes some kind of physical pain,

He purposefully scratches against the wall, sometimes kicks the sides,and lingers

He makes a slow,painful trail in the hallway,

Leaving marks,sometimes stains,he’s so disgusting

He makes all the neighborhood women Moody,angry,irate

Some women are sick enough to get horny for the old prick,

We surely get tired of him coming around,

Sometimes he stays three days,five, seven all depends on the woman

Sometimes he shows up early and though he’s not directly at your door knocking he leaves a note saying I’ll be with you shortly.

He’s so annoying and can you believe he comes every month!!

Yea,dressed in a slick, red suit,

No one misses him but he surely reminds us of our womanhood.

Written by

L.G

There once was a world

I once resided, in a world where the people were divided,

They became foes because of silly things like the color of their skin and their clothes,

It was a world of blue and red,

Where ones fame got to their heads,

Where the rich man became richer and the poor man continued to beg.

It was a world where many were asleep,

Where the sheep remained as sheep,

and the wolves preyed on the innocent

And on social media our days were spent,

It was a slow,preceding slope

Where humanity lost all hope.

Written by

L.G