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The Blood of my Pen
By Cold August “The Poet of Pain”
My heart overflows with a good theme… My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. Psalm 45:1
The Blood of my Pen
Copyrighted 2005 Walter m. Matthews IV (Cold August)
All rights reserved
Chapter I
Everything is not what it seems
My pen’s varicose
As I take a creative overdose into my pen’s varicose
I’ve been so conscious, still at the same time comatose
My paper becomes soaked in ideas and hopes
My success seems so far away, but still I cope
I live in the capital of dope, a concrete jungle of fear
B-more is the place where I shed these lettered tears
Through verses, bars, stanzas raps or song
My struggle is the coming rapture, so it won’t be too long
Like a thief in the night, in you I sow these seeds
Like Christ on the cross, my pen painfully bleeds
Like virgin Mary weeps, red tears stain my loose leaf
Like a fertile woman receives fruit from my loins
Conception comes forth and then my expression is born
I begin this revolution by severing my pen’s biggest vein
I spill this black blood on to paper, to harness all of this pain.
Cold August
COLDAUGUST
Lord give me snow in August, a blustery dog day afternoon
I need some relief from this blistering heat real soon
Through the fire I stand, in these scorching fields
Working and slaving then help comes from the hills
As a breeze blows through from the frigid mountains
My soul gets replenished, I found my desert fountain
My oasis is a state of mind of knowing I can make it
This cool air comforts me and no one can take it
Sometimes it’s rough, but if you have faith and just wait
This brisk summer’s day will provide you that escape.
I adopted “Cold August” as a name because when I wrote many of these pieces I was in the blazing heat of struggle and this art form provided my cold shelter.
Hot December
From what can remember she was my haziest winter
Lord what a woman, she turned my mind to cinders
Probably hard to believe a blistering new years eve
Her resolution was rhymes, and they’ve captured me
My muggy December, my blazing hot in a month of chill
She will make water slides from icy sleigh riding hills
Thawed my inhibitions, with nouns and verbs
Left me in awe with her boundless words
A humid Christmas, left my season so listless
Acidity revealed and her notebook is the litmus
She melted my snowman, set ablaze white wonderlands
The snow is oil when it burns it starts to expand
So weak in your hands, I’m really at your mercy
She turns Antarctica into a desert, leaving me extremely thirsty
I’m curious like a pot handle to kids, singed hands is what she gives
Through the bluster, frost, ice and chill she sears
This talented poet parched my last month of the year.
Cold August
Beyond the speed of sound [/b]
No one can hear you, but my love I certainly do
Does he understand? Does he know what you been through?
Doe he understand the dialect you speak?
Is he able to make you strong when you are weak?
See sweetheart these waves I’m sending are for your ears to hear
When everyone else is busy talking, you seem to be right here
I wish I could help you through your troubles and binds
I wish I could crumble these walls, boundaries, and lines
I want you to tell me what’s really going on
Your love life becomes a beach, eroded and worn
Struggle is the tide that consumes our shore
It’s nice to have someone to let loose to and just pour
Mutual feelings, aspirations, and dreams
We can take over this world my storm my love
We’ve been through hard times, time to be redeemed
This special person I speak about gives me so much hope
When we talk to each other, it’s inaudible to most
Hear between the lines with your supersonic ears
One day our time will come, and it may be here
Those who don’t hear me don’t really stick around
My future wife, I’m talking to you and calling you now
In a language that’s beyond the speed of sound.
[b]A seed becomes a tree that drops seeds
When did this start? When did this cycle begin?
What’s reaped by me I sow into another again?
This chain never seems to end
Just want to feel vulnerable once more
Apathy has been the army that’s been invading my shore
Anguish is a parasite that has found a host
It consumes you until your emotions are ghost
Devoid of a body, it can no longer be touched
In the arms of indifference, a numb sort of clutch
So when her seeds dropped in my yard
My spores eventually leave another one scarred
Your ground is so fertile, your goodness profuse
With this burdened sperm from me
She will eventually reproduce
Resentment, loneliness might breed bitter offspring
Unfortunate a yard with perfect soil
All of this I will carry unconsciously and bring
Sometimes this oak might have a prolonged winter
Before anymore of this cycle falls and enters
Into another then another fruitful womb
I wish you solace, I know your heart has been cocooned
Please don’t perish; yes your willow will grieve
But in spring you will grow back your trusting leaves.
Don’t take out on another for what someone has done to you
End the cycle.
Clear day, ominous sky
As I enter the great city, there stood the twins
Like a gatekeeper, protecting its people within
On the outskirts I stand and gaze in childlike awe
The most breathtaking site I had ever saw
The first time I’ve seen them with my naked eye
Cityscapes to me are such a natural high
It’s a beautiful day; I take in the view slow
Why is that iron bird flying so low?
It doesn’t look good, will it just pass?
Oh my god! What a violent crash
I just can’t believe what’s over me
Like a fiery black sea burning and smoldering
The clear day is now filled with dark clouds
Thousands of voices are crying out loud
Might be the start of the great twins fall
Another bird is approaching, God help us all.
Cold August
Nuclear Winter
My old earth make room, behold the rapture soon
360 degrees of struggle is about to meet it’s doom
I reveal then consume this darkness in my life
A cataclysmic event is about to change my plight
My midnight is about to say goodbye
I’m about to turn it into the palest sky
I’m about to turn my flawed world into an ocean of ash
Everything that’s less than perfect will feel my wrath
Taking no prisoners, the fire of consequence comes from above
Vices, crutches and fears I’m getting rid of
I have to be cleansed so I can better astound thee
I’m wiping out all the unnecessary things around me
Leeches and parasites will reap what they have sown
When the blast comes, their true self will be shown
This Revelation will mark negativities end
So I can eliminate the problem and start all over again
My new earth and life I’m about to enter
Everything else will lie in a nuclear winter.
Cold August
Chapter II
A young visionary with heaven
At my grasp
Heaven in utero
In the blackest void of the womb
In the fall of 1972
He picked a wonderful vessel for me
To be thrust into
God said it’s time
He called me by my name
To enter this world
Beyond this spiritual plane
Let his seeds of life
Penetrate her egg
Millions of them lagged behind
There is one that stayed
“Enter and be one” God will say
My life will begin at conception that day
So here I am in her bosom I live
To grow and be nourished
Even in here so much love she gives
When you talk to me I hear every word
Your sweet voice comforts me
I smile when it’s heard
It’s so warm inside
In her cozy belly
For nine months I hide
Can’t be no place better than this
This is my refuge
My in utero bliss
Now I feel that home is getting to small
I lay upside down, I feel like I’m going to fall
Slowly I descend through this tunnel
I see light
I enter a doorway
I gasp, I come forth, and I have sight…
Walter m. Matthews IV 6-21-1973
Cumullus Clouds
A Starry eyed kid with so many dreams
Life in the early 80s was so fun and serene
Life was so simple; I was artistic, curious, and calm
I loved watching Spiderman on a Saturday morn
Washing woodworks to my mother’s musical desires
The smell of pine and melodies by Earth Wind and Fire
I would go outside and play all day
What an adventure around my way
Trees were spaceships, so was under my backyard stairs
I played milk crate b ball and skillet
I didn’t had a care
Star wars and comics constantly occupied my brain
From sunrise to sunset
My outdoor results were deep down grass stains
Sometimes I would lay on my back take it easy and sigh
And watch the fluffy Cumullus clouds just roll on by.
Cold August
Lil Walt Coolest walk
Lil Walt coolest walk in my neighborhood
Single mother of three, she did the best that she could
Brother ran the streets, sister bossed me around
I took it, sucked it up and didn’t make a sound
I went deeper inward as you saw my frown
A fragile spirit with wings that was not ready
My struggles and burdens would become so heavy
I used be in my own world with and artistic mind
Sheltered in the house until it was my time
Kids around the way told me come out and play
My 80’s summers seemed like the longest days
Hide and go seek at night me and my block in flocks
Throwing tomatoes at cars and the knicker knock
Kick the doors and run the little son of guns
Was bad as hell, we had tons and tons of fun
So energetic and creative, we couldn’t get enough
I remember we used to box or wrestle to see who’s tough
Everyone left me alone because they knew my big bro
The neighborhood bully and I didn’t even know
I was the shortest kid around, a little laid back dude
With a bop so smooth cool as -2 cube
I remember break dancing with cardboard on the backs
Spinning into that pose with our kangol hats
I had a neighbor that rapped and had me awed by his words
Had me writing immediately adjectives, nouns and verbs
I just wanted to fit in; I was so bad any sports with balls
Of course I was the last one on the team to get called
So I fell back on art, wasn’t athletic at all I stood so small but
I dreamed so tall I was shy, so I was rarely seen
The older boys still shouted that my smooth walk was mean.
Cold August
B-more
Images are not what they always appear to be
Look out my window and my people seem weary
The Baltimore scope seems ever so dreary
Feel the fury that hath, from so many bastards’ wrath
Dieing over blocks we don’t own, a continuous bloodbath
Bordered up row homes, to drug infested sectors
I always stuck out in this murderous Mecca
Sometimes I feel we’re on the cusp of hell
A black man against the odds, just trying to excel
Subliminally segregated, is how it is in this town
Ghettos are created to keep us all down
I rose above it all, thank god for my mother
Had uncles that were fiends and a lawless brother
Where did I get my light? My family was airtight
I made it because I knew wrong from right
I come from northeast where teens were up to no good
They called me little Walt coolest walk in my neighborhood
A little man trying to not stray and walk the path
I was a young visionary with heaven at my grasp
Look out my window and my vision is skewed
I long to see pine trees and mountains with a panoramic view
I will continue to strive until the lord comes and get me
And when I make it, B-more will certainly come with me.
Cold August
The cusp of greatness
As I sit on the cusp of greatness
Ready to embark on the beginning
To the rest of my life
More wise more grounded
More talented a lot more patient
More assertive more aggressive
More enlightened
I feel blessed that God has given me these gifts
Right at my feet and its time to take advantage of them
Time to quit talking
Time to fulfill this prophecy
Time to live a better life
In my rapid eye sleep I see visions
With crystal clarity
I can smell this world, I can feel it
I have seen the coming
Like Mlk’s vision over the mountaintop
My promise land is here right on earth
I see so many breathtaking scenes
My family stronger than ever
My wife has already been chosen
I pray to live up to all I will become
It is 20 minutes until my rising sun
Here I stand, ready, willing to receive my destiny.
Chapter III
Vivid
Morning sky
It’s 6am twilight and the sun creates a magnificent
Violet and pink explosion, the break of dawn is unfolding
For a moment I feel like I’m the only man alive
A cool wind blows and the seagulls are overwhelming
No one but God could create something this beautiful
It’s like he painted this portrait just for me
It seems to say it enjoy me, things will be alright
Lay all of your burdens on me and leave those troubles behind
Seize this day, grasp this minute and freeze this second
Embrace this natural masterpiece
I feel like an innocent child gazing in awe
When I was young my mother always stopped
And bare witnessed to the power of a natural scene
It’s right before our eyes and we don’t even notice
Walking home from work feeling so tired,
Feeling so stressed, my complex world
At this very moment, my life stands still
Everything seems so simple, relaxing and untroubled
I look up at those translucent clouds way above me then
I leave my concerns behind; they’re so far away from me.
Cold August
Exclusive Island
I had a dream of visiting that body of land
Water ice blue, soft cream sands
This place I would love to be marooned
Let ships pass by and seal my doom
Because when I’m here I know
I wouldn’t want to leave, I just want to breathe
Just being in your presence leaves me appeased
I stand at the edge of your shore
Embraced by your soothing tide
This place would be a wonderful place to hide
To relax my mind and ease my soul
There is plenty of wood for the fire if it gets too cold
I’ve been so into you, I hope that you know
You are so gorgeous underneath that lunar glow
Crystal clear sky, I see the planets and the stars
I see all of your beauty, I see who you are
I can stare at this vivid scene all night and day
So can I inhabit you? Can I set up camp and stay?
When I first saw this place, into a hypnotic stupor I fell
I would love to be your castaway; it’s not too hard to tell.
Cold August
The ice cold rain
As we lay in the shelter from the rain
So cozy underneath you we relax our brains
We lie with each other; I play with your hair
We’re so comfortable we don’t have a care
Outside the window, they slip, fall, and flee
You and I just quietly gaze at the crystal trees
So euphoric in this moment we grasp
As ice pellets repetitively trickle down the glass
Outdoors is chaos, our peace is still
Holding my love, looking beyond the sill
The world is cold and the water may freeze
As long as you’re here in my arms, I am so free.
Cold August
The Blanc forest
Purify me from my sins, and I will be clean; wash me and I will be whiter than snow.
Psalms 50:1
As I walk among you your airs feels good to breathe
This Blanc wilderness; I just can’t seem to leave
The air is clean without spot or blemish
So untouched, your beauty makes my stress diminish
I love to visit places in their natural form
Here the snow is clean, here it is calm
She hasn’t been walked on by the soiled feet of life
Tracking with the mud of hate, pride, jealousy and strife
Crisp and refreshing to visit a place like this
Your heart is pure; you’re my winter’s bliss.
Cold August
Chapter IV
The Intricate Refrain of
Love and Pain
Love is
Love is God, love is self preservation
Love builds us up and shouldn’t tear us down
The blessings of the lord make one rich
And add no sorrow to it
Love is why we are here
We are conceived from it
I can’t imagine a world without love
Love is innocence
Love is the way you look into my eyes
Love is union
It’s an appreciation for a morning sky
It’s that simple
Love is forgiveness Love is unconditional
It’s our actions
It’s our unspoken words
Love is sacrifice Love is giving
It’s blessing others without looking for anything back
Love is comfort Shelter from the storm
Love is wholehearted Love is genuine
Is love blind? Or is it crystal clear?
Either way it’s among us
Welcome it Invite it in
Love is our passions and our dreams
It’s a treasure and a gift
It will not be contained but maybe harnessed
Be a vessel for it and let it invade your heart
Let it engulf your soul.
Cold August
Simple
Walking in the park on a nice spring day
Smiling at each other without a word to say
A random kiss, I give you a big loving hug
A card for you why? Just because
Cooking dinner on Sunday relaxing our minds
Enjoying each others presence, that quality time
Friday night renting good movies
Ordering pizza, popping popcorn
Or sitting up talking to the early morn
Wrap into me, no I don’t feel smothered
There is nothing wrong with holding each other
There is nothing wrong with us telling each other how we feel
The trivial and corny stuff is a good foundation to build
Life is already cold and serious, a relentless game
Who cares what people think; call me those mushy pet names
At the end of the day your affection is what matters
What people think or feeling loved? I’ll take the latter
Our world is as hard as we make it, let’s take it easy
Spending that time together is all I need to please me
Love is not about how much their bank account will increase
Love is those quiet moments with you where my soul feels peace
Complexity can be stressful; I don’t like what it may bring
We can find a calming paradise in those simple things.
Cold August
Deep end of the pool
My love it’s time to let go of this hold
Time to release, because this water is cold
I’ve done all I could and I’ve helped you so much
It’s pulling me down, trying to pull you up
It would hurt me so much to see you sink
Into the abyss, when we both are on the brink
The choices I’ve made I have really come to regret
Been trying to save you with feet of cement
It’s really getting hard for us to stay afloat
Water is steadily rising above our throats
In this tread you’ll need to be on your own
I can no longer help you, but you are not alone
I can’t save you, but there is an Almighty lifeguard
That will pull you in no matter how much you are flawed
This raft has a hole in it, so baby I can no longer stay
As the deep end of the pool gets further and further away…
Cold August
Haunting remains
Deep into thought she asked me what I was thinking
If only she knew where my thoughts were sinking
Possessed by the memory that will not leave
I’ve lost you but haven’t had time to grieve
The passion I had for you, I feel I’m a slave
The love has been gone for a while
I still haven’t visited your grave
Our love is trapped in a confusing repetition
I can be with someone else but still see your apparition
Grabbing my soul feelings aren’t yet cold
There’s still warmth in her calculated hold
A part of me still keeps her memory alive
What we had was a freefalling swan dive
Never reaching the end
Just suspended in time
I lay with her, but you’re on my mind
What is it obsession? Or is it regret?
When I’m alone I still see your ghostly silhouette
Can’t feel you, Can’t seem to touch
I wish I could tell you that I miss you so much
Will you ever leave me and cross into the light?
Or will your presence keep engulfing my nights
But it’s morning, I still see you in the flesh
You looked so beautiful, will I ever get rest?
Not if I keep my old feelings the same
I guess you will always leave your haunting remains.
I think everyone has that one love that never leaves.
Letting go
Sometimes I just can’t let go
I want to more than you know
More than you think,
I’m right at the brink
Right the edge
Right at the cliff
Holding on to the past
Trying to make it last
What a regretful path
I can’t seem to shake
The things I used to have
At night I toss and turn
The memory of you inside it burns
Daydreaming about you
Adds more coal to the fire
It keeps going but I’ve become so tired
Becoming so weary
I just want to move on
Between my well being and my
Estranged love I’m torn
I’m holding on to you
When I should just let you plummet
This obsessed mountain I’ve created for you
And we are at the summit
Holding on so tight to the one I miss
I should just let you go and
Let you fall into oblivions abyss.
Cold August
Chapter V
The Struggle of Noir
The strength of our people
Our expression won’t die, it won’t ever cease
We have to own not lease, our self love has to increase
In order for us to have peace,
Our self inflicted violence has to decrease
My soul weeps, every time I see my kin die
Mother’s cries, flooded eyes, in this soul and body genocide
So many tried and fought to make things a whole lot better
Trudged through the roughest weather
So why is it that we can’t get our isht together?
Our path has been paved from the blood of the slaves
I’m amazed that we’re so complacent in this fog and daze
Listless rats in a cage; we’ve been placed in this ghetto maze
Drugs are crumbs that they keep throwing our way
Chasing that cheddar hoping things get better but they get worse
Our lustful thirst gets us put in jail or a hearse
That curse is always waiting when you bypass work
What hurts and is not easy, no one can handle that route
Death is what we’re selling, taking our own people out
What I’m talking about is finding strength in our voice and limbs
Strength from our struggle, our spirit, to the strength of our pen
Within our mental home deep in our catacombs
We find the strength of ancestors, we are not alone
There’s a story to tell, beneath our shells
We’ve seen more than our share of hell
Let’s turn our hell into heaven, in this terrestrial place
We have to have a plan until we reach that celestial place
Let’s be conscious and awake, our slumber is done
We find strength in knowing know that the battle is won.
Cold August
Single mother of color
Your struggle last a night but help comes in the morn
Be strong and carry on I know your spirits been torn
I know you’ve been on your knees begging the lord please
Get me out this bind, give me peace for my soul and mind
Bill collectors calling, baby daddy don’t even bother
Child support lost track because he got on that charter
Left you alone with the weight and you’re wondering why?
You find strength in your kids so you’ve got to survive
You look at their innocent eyes, so you hide when you cry
You make things seem alright, knowing that it’s a lie
So hard she’ll try wake up in the morning, no time for her self
She sacrifices for her children, All else gets put on the shelf
You see your kids come first
There is no time for feeling hurt
You have to become more than a woman
Wearing the pants and shirts, feet swelled from work
Just because a coward wanted plant seeds and split
To all you deadbeat bums, you all aint…
She has to carry and deliver, mentally and physically withered
The father is just a sperm donor, nice to have known ya!
Then he wants to come back, when all the work is done
We wonder why we have so many troubled daughters and sons
Single mother I know it hurts, but brighter days will arrive
Your kid’s love and your faith will keep all hope alive
I thank all of you mothers of color for all that you do
I thank you as a black man, because I am a product of you.
Cold August
Peter Paul Blues
I’ve got the Peter Paul blues tell me what can do?
I’m robbing Peter paying Paul when my bills are due
I was a check from the pave a modern day slave
Was unemployed, paranoid so man I gotta get paid
Nowadays man I tell you, it cost to cough
A brother even got his bootleg cable cut off
I’ve got visa hunting me check account on freeze
How I got out of these tights spots you wouldn’t believe
Counting change for gas, emissions can’t pass
Red light tickets, registration due
Man you do the math I’m in poverty’s grasp
Going deeper into debt, deeper in this rut
I’m dealing with all of this straight sober
Without the vices or crutch
No addiction to hide in that can ease the pain
Look into the eyes of chaos
There’s no umbrella for this nonstop rain
All that remains is the same problem that you started with
So don’t try to mask it with a drink or a sniff
A clear mind helps me see the problem for what it is
I have be strong I’ve got to handle my biz
I’m determined to make it and stand and fight
The lord is with a brother, so it will be alright.
Coldaugust
Chapter VI
The lord is my strength
Finding refuge
My soul takes refuge in you; and in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge
Psalm 57:1
Be strong there will be calm after the storm
I know sometimes you feel that you can’t go on
When inner struggle comes, we panic and run
Inside someone has just eclipsed your sun
Tribulations begun and nothing makes you feel better
What’s makes you better is how you can weather
How do you stand when you fall into that bind?
In the fire of the furnace is how we become refined
Let go of your burdens and leave them in his hands
Because the love that God has for us
We don’t understand, no animal or man can fill that void or space nothing or no one could ever separate us from his grace
His love for us will transcend this evil place
Baby what you’re going through won’t be long, be patient and wait
Take all the brunt like you’re at war on the front lines
The word will penetrate through the devil’s design
Plots and schemes, the battle is in the unseen
There’s been hell beneath your shell, by the blood we’re redeemed
See when the sun comes up, darkness must leave
Your words rise in the eastern morning horizon
That faith means that you believe
What’s coming against you must go away
In the mighty name of Jesus, they cannot stay
You are somebody, something great waits for you
Even before conception he saw something special in you
Something unique, your spirit is so deep
Sow good seeds and goodness you will reap
I know the lord will help you through your troubled sea
When you need a safe abode, God says find refuge in me.
Vessel
But we have a treasure in earthen vessels, so that surpassing greatness of power will be of god and not ourselves 2 Corinthians 4:7
Can you be a vessel through me?
Can run your cleansing river through me?
In the end you’re all that I need
You strengthen me because I do believe
I just want to be a part of your plan
Walk with me through these trying lands
The flood of your love cannot be damned
If my drowning well lord fill my lungs because
I’m in your hands; my temple has not been clean
Filled with the world and my own selfish dreams
Into my empty container can you just pour?
It’s what this hollow shell of mine is for
Open my doors and invade my space
Fill it with your presence and your grace
Everything that’s in me is because of you
I am just another embodiment of you
Just tell me what you need me to do
I’m a humble servant, loyal and true
I know you stand with me through my fight
Without you I’m a lamp without a light
If only was a tenth of your perfection
You love us even as your rippled waters reflection
When I fall I just think of how you risen
Just let me radiate to those who need me
I want to shine to them, so let me be a human prism
To me so much has been given, I’m truly blessed
Towards you I just want to take more steps
So you draw me close, I want to be a living host
For you to live through and no one else
Let me be a vessel lord, I will let go of self.
Beacon
I am just a ship, lost at sea
I need that lighthouse
To direct and guide me
The sea is so violent
The sky pitch black
I’ve gone too far
I can’t go back
I just need that light
To show me the way
How quick the darkness
Can eclipse your day
My compass is all I look for
I see a glow coming from the shore
In a vast ocean, I’m not alone
God is the light, guiding me home.
Cold August
Echoes
In the depths of a vast forest
Sometimes I find myself
Only he can be my compass
Though my troubled woods
In this darkness he gives me light
With this blindfold I have sight
Through the valley you’re my guide
From the shadow of death I will not hide
In this wilderness so many demons I hear
The voice of many waters says “son do not fear”
Sometimes we have to be alone to hear you speak
In a sea of turmoil, we sink so deep
Sometimes we get lost when we tend to roam
Our echoes are his voice guiding us back home.
Cold August
Clouds have cleared the sun
Clouds have cleared the sun
There is no where left to run
Sunlight is in my face
I’ve regained the taste
I’ve opened up the blinds
So you can see inside
I just want a peace of mind
But it’s been so hard to find
Step outside and breathe
Life is like the autumn leaves
So pretty right now, so lovely for all
How will you react when those leaves fall?
When the branches are barren
Naked and empty, winter is cleansing
I find warmth in this solitude
For he is certainly with me
Taken from a lonely place
So much time we waste
Weather the outside
Poverty is an eroding shore
My ambition is like the crashing tide
When I was young
I ran from the shadow
Cast down my street
Even then, the lord has prepared me.
Cold August
The latter nights
The path of the righteous is like the light of dawn that shines brighter and brighter until the full day.
Proverbs 4:18
It’s time to say farewell
To a world without sun
On my horizon, some light has begun
It’s been dark, cold, barren and empty
Even in the blackest shadows
You still were with me
This cumbersome moon
Has been eclipsing my star
Like an Alaskan winter
The day seems far
Dusk seems so long
My troubles have run there course
I feel strength within
It’s 5:30 am and I yearn for what’s ahead
I feel invigorated rising from my bed
Illumination pierces my blinds as I start yawning
My night is finally over
A renewed strength comes in an optimistic morning.
Cold August
That’s just some sample of the book, there is a lot more. If you like this please support this collector’s item because more books are on the way.
Coldaugust beyond
This will be random poetry or short stories that will just chronicle everything that I’m writing. Enjoy the journey.
