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Hello Boomers Fans & Friends
As I Grow Here On Boomer I Will Be Adding My Writing Old & New... I Am A Writer With Great Imagination !
Deeply My Thoughts Experiences & Emotions Creates One Prose After Another... Love & Light "SweetMo" Hope You Enjoy...
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"Listen" Can You Hear Me"
Listen!
Can you hear my thoughts as i flow with pen in hand can you see as you look deep in the whispers of my soul caressing your mind my words painting you a picture one of a kind...
Passion pain smiles and tears its all in side the depth of me like a mirrored maze for one to reflect to see in you what i see in me and connect a realness to reach out and touch ones soul to caress...
A distance we are yet so close to bond the heart to share a thought or feeling as the mind echoes curiousity peeks to the unknown a penetrating need to know the giving of love that has been shown...
You are there i am here yet somehow we sync in this realm our lives we were meant to share a simple hello laughter or a cheer unhibited open mindedness a great experience a touch of bliss here and there...
Admiration appreciation joy a cry motivation seeing dreams accomplished kindness a very sweet sensation to live outloud feel alive being who you are as i am i to live the lives we choose to live and be free...
Listen!
Can you hear my thoughts as i flow with pen in hand can you see as you look deep in the whispers of my soul caressing your mind my words painting you a picture one of a kind...
Miles of ventures beneath my heels experiences unfold in tales of old the past we show the new we release in visions of dreams some unseen and some you know a journey a path of success some blessed it seems...
I am here to show how i feel who i am in this tragic yet beautiful world we live breath and love in an expression of oneself freely with no restraint only my soul to give with a creative twist of imagination to you i aquaint...
A handshake we may never feel though a touching of the hearts is the best of a friendship seal of loyalty and devotion so surreal our cares of encouragement the words one writes a song or the playing of an instrument...
Our lives the bridges crossed might differ as we know but the light we shine upon one another is a better glow to be side by side on the creative ride of what we all do best so venture on i will in peace for this is my quest...
Listen!
Can you hear my thoughts as i flow with pen in hand can you see as you look deep in the whispers of my soul caressing your mind my words painting you a picture one of a kind...
Listen!
Can you hear me...
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"A Soulful High"
You
Calm and collective my soul is as the night has begun with the shadow haze of the sun settling in the distant view
The quietness of the room lit by candles with the sweet smell of lavendar the windows glittered by the winters dew
My mind begins to venture of past and present encounters people i've met and the touching of each others souls
A journey into anothers path looking in deeply seeing there joy along with pain to see they to have special goals
To look beyond what you cannot see with the eye only to touch with the mind a dealers dream for addictions in one
A gnawing that refuses to leave a desire needing that wanting more feeling before the high your on is done
It creeps on you in the night catches your breath as you fall into a song of bliss with the kiss of darkness to caress ones lips
The passion draws you nearer widening the valley to your own soul becoming intoxicated with the eclipse of new friendships
Some far some close yes even those you know and even more somewhere out there above and beyond the horizon
You reach out with a gesture or two you know that desire needing and wanting feeling before the high your on is done
We talk of music and the song of soul with dreams and hopes of the ultimate place where one can be to reach there destiny
As i write and tell my thoughts my fingers dance to a sweet melody playing in my soul a song another soul has given me
Your inspiration is the magic of the soulful high injecting with doses of enlightment and passions taking the mind to another place
That soulful high for it is the ultimate of all things where magical treasures hide and love reigns with the passion i so deeply embrace
That Ultimate High"A Soulful High"
You
Copyright ©2011 Monalisa Stewart
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The Storm Of Pain Blood Filled Rains
In this night of tortured storms rain showers of blood
The darkness comes in as a passion filled flood
Reaching for the one i need but to look and not see
The madness within creeps crawls screaming to be free
In the depth of me the horror of love so deeply defined
To be wakened from the pain and released leaving it behind
The realness of you is there oh though one cannot touch
Thoughts of ecstacy and bondage runs rapid ever so much
The moons shadow tells this story by the shine of the night
Magically mystifying our souls winds whispering in a delight
The demon calls upon us in shouting of the numbers 666
Do we follow and fail or rise to tell as we feen for a midnight fix
Tell me of a sacred place where we can run be free never to hide
I will follow you in the dark a path well known to be by your side
Hallowed be our souls to reach for a kingdom of righteous peace
Thru the thickness of this blood filled rain the anguish will cease
As the storm of pain comes in as a hurricane of winded sin
The kiss of darkness will save us as we find we can love again
Weep not for this battle has been won as we flood the gates of hell
The demon strikes in the oblique night with his all as we live to tell
Surviving the flood of the blood filled rains and the storm of pain
Copyright © 2010
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Humanity
Oh!Man Look...
You see what i see?
Its Fucked Up!
A world of shame wrong directions people losing there humble way
I remember those days of old never one to worry never a need to pray
Humanity is strickened put aside for superficial fucking happiness
The earth being smothered with toxic ignorance a universal mess
Wheres your fucking brain.....In the depth of waste none existing
I live here breathe here its all madness mankind its extinguishing
No self worth so sickening in the grunge of what life we were offered at birth
I want to survive go on to the next cosmic path i think i am owed that worth
The filth and shame in this tragic fucked up world yet somehow beautiful
Wondering about tomorrow whats next the venturing to use the next tool
In the depth of all of whats left with humanity and its respect gone sour
I will walk strong tall skip across the insanities of life i have this power
Love i will of all but be wise to the demons within the bitter bite of weakness
It sithers like a snake mischevious premeditating on its prey in its own bliss
I walk a path of darkness where i am safe with elves and fairies of my kind
In a world so deep one would not understand as mother goddess defined
Guarding the gates of hell in a fairy suit of armour i sit upon her truth of magics
Guiding the elfish ones lost in the garden of eden to the maze of life and all its tricks
Oh! Man Look!
You see what i see...
Its Fucked Up!
Humanity!
Copyright © 2010
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Little Princess Fairy
The old of the past has slipped away far into the very back of ones mind
Chained to all the memories the freedom of a childs life so hard to find
I think of a little princess fairy who played and ran in the warmth of rain
Her spirit so free and open dancing around and skipping feeling no pain
So innocent and natural with angelic wings of imagination fluttering fancy free
Her soul magically bringing about the sweet calls of nature singing in glee
As the wet dew of the nights mist drips onto her graceful merry little face
She smiles giggles as it trickles down her soft cheeks white as lace
The soft breeze of summer winds silently blows thru the majestic trees
Tranquilizing her soul as she lays to slumber in a patch of golden leaves
Quietly she falls into magic dreams of butterflies and flowers so sweet
Nestled to the the earths carpet bedded with the soft grass at her tiny feet
Pacifying her the melodies of the forest whispering gently as she sleeps
The soft caress of mother earth brushes against her praying as she weeps
Of innocence so pure so devine in every way of the little princess fairy one
Bringing in the morning light to shine upon her to wake her under the sun
Shining upon her a new memory one unchained as her precious soul lives again
That little princess fairy that still remains never lost dancing somewhere deep within
Copyright © 2010
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An Illusionism Of Art
By Monalisa Stewart
The night is dark a soft settling being lit by shadows from the glistening of the moonlight
I can hear the silent laughter from the rustling and dancing of the leaves admist this night
The calming whisper of the whirly twisting breeze a sound so passionate and soulfully defining
A calling of the night so serene a gentleness of peace as mystic magic slips inside makes my soul sing
My eyes gazing upon the glittering of the stars shiningso brilliant like a million diamonds in the sky
The darkness beneath the shine so warm and inviting the captivation breath taking opening my soul to fly
I walk along a narrow path with the smell of wild daisies so fragrant in the air as i am guided by the moons shine
Hearing all of natures calls in the wild i come near an old tree where i sit to slumber grabbing a piece of mind
I close my eyes and journey into my head to watch my thoughts crawl out from where they hide in the depth of my mind as they begin to dance
A waltz of words and a tango of rhymes begin to flash in my mind with bright thoughts and dark ones too then the thoughts begin to enhance
Making mental notes and photographs of all the magic dancing in my head the bliss continues as my thoughts become rhythmatic becoming creatively deep
Filling my mind with the magic of peace and things then in thwas just in a dream an e calm of the night i open my eyes to see this all illusionism of art to keep
Copyright © 2010
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My Son Was Murdered February 28th 2010 May He Now Rest In Peace Its Been 1 Year
{Take My Sons Hand}
(Dedicated To My Son)
(1980-2010)
R.I.P.
Lord, take my sons hand,
lead him through your Promised Land.
Walk him down those streets of gold
in that land where he will never grow old.
Show him those jasper walls,
and over there his great grandmothers calls.
To welcome him home to that land so fair,
where the Lamb is the light and where no night is there.
Wipe away the tears from his eye,
and tell him we will be there by and by.
Show him the mansion that you have prepared,
so he will know just how much you cared.
By then, Lord, he will just settle down,
with never a tear and never a frown.
Only pure joy will be my sons at last,
and there will be no sad remembrances of things past.
He will be content now to rest and wait,
until all he loved on earth will pass through the pearly gate.
Lord,take my sons hand....
(I Miss And Love You Jayson)
Mommy will be beside you when its my time to go.
Copyright ©2010 MonalisaStewart
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"The Soldier In Me"
Its here
That deepness
The soldier in me
That incredible spinning of ones mind so filled with magic like the strumming of the strings on my guitar playing a tune in my head galore Seeing little flashes of fireworks going off so brilliantly coloring my prose with an army of thoughts and memories of days before Oh!The long and winding road its been with its twist and turns the trials and tribulations the happy times the fun crazy ones i can not forget It all made me who i am in this crazy world i live in full of smiles and tears anger happiness failures and gains not one moment i regret
Its here
That deepness
The soldier in me
All that fancied me and woed me even the simple walks in parks days by the sea dances in the rain a love gone wrong even the dark alleys In comes all the million thoughts of what i have experienced and done to say the very least enough to bury deep inside and keep tallies Looking back i see alot of things painful loving some fascinating some i cant believe some hard to recall and some deliciously bitter sweet I have survived it all lived through it the many changes all the good bad sad painful and torned moments in the end how great the actual defeat Brings to mind a truth in a Hendrix tune "Are You Experienced" well i am! Been a hundred places there and back seen a hell of alot then All the nightmares left unspoken trips down psychedelic avenues pain wealth love the silent hidden screams that find there way back again
Its here
That deepness
The soldier in me
Endless memories unspoken with a thousand words buried deep creeping silently screaming to come out to be freed from my celled mind Twisted like a million little knots to be unraveled from the graveled pressure to express what most dare not let out or look deep in to see "Why be blind" One should reveal the hardcoreness of your passions letting it dance in delight awakening your soul to open and flow with creativity and all that you desire Escaping the tortured caging of who you are the real you its there deep in you listen closely look with your imagination and create your inner self with fire
Its here
That deepness
The soldier in me
Copyright ©2010 MonalisaStewart
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