You're In Control; You Run The Show

Sometimes things just happen and later down the road we realize how that has changed us. 
We don’t always know right away what impact this person has on our lives. 
But we try to choose people wisely and meticulously. 
We just hope that it was the right choice and we don’t regret who we’ve chosen to come into our lives. 
Every person has there place, believe it or not. 
Each friend, each lover has a role and sometimes characters die off quickly and we need a casting call. 
Or sometimes we search around looking for extras to fill this empty scene so it won’t look dull, boring or lonely. 
Your supporting lead may come in the middle, beginning or end of your story. 
You might sit there searching for the understudy longing for the lead to walk in again. 
Your replacement characters may not fit well at all. 
But remember the director calls the shots.

Love,
       The "Poetic" Phoenix

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Poetry

I've always liked poetry cds because you can play a poem, rewind it, cherish it and keep it as though you wrote it. I would like to create one so heres my try at doing so; if you like it comment. I need as much feedback as I can get. 

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Poem : Infinite Love

I lie across his body. 

Safely in his arms 

Listening to rhythm of his breath

And sound of his heart beat

It is like music

As soothing as a mother's lullaby to a new born.

We connect deeper than words 

spoken off the lips of native in foreign lands

Our kisses are massages in erotic places

We made love faces

With light touches

Embraces are relievers as we careful pick negative energy off each others bodies.

Combined and attracted by the soul.

We knew each other in the past

So we have past goals and they continue to elevate.

As we grow deeper and celebrate our love

We are finder's keepers.

I find you.

You keep me.

I keep what you find.

A golden treasure in our love is what our kids will find.

  Pass it down to generations so they will never be blind.    

Love is not blind only the "out of love" can't see.

But even the blind read braille so they can read

So the out of love see so they can feel love

And pass it on to their children

Love  is the power of healing 

©Precious Dorch-Robinson

Love, 

The "I'm Still A Poet " Phoenix

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MIDNIGHT SURPRISE

THE STREETLIGHTS BLEND WITH THE SKY

A HAND COMES ACROSS MY FACE TO ERASE MY EYES

A VOICE INVADES MY EARS SAYING I HAVE A SURPRISE

"FOLLOW ME" THEY SAY

AS I WONDER WHAT THEY HAVE IN MIND
SCARED AND ANXIOUS

I FOLLOW THROUGH

MOVING FORWARD AS THEY'RE WALKING TOO.

TO BE CONTINUED

THE "ARTISTIC"PHOENIX