Amera Andersen Poems
|121.||Wiccan Chant Of Power||4/29/2009|
|122.||The Seduction (Erotic)||7/24/2007|
|126.||We Will Survive||8/10/2008|
|128.||War At Home||7/24/2007|
|129.||Lilith (Demon Series)||7/24/2007|
|132.||Floral Submission (Erotic)||7/30/2007|
|136.||Isaiah 40: 31||7/14/2007|
Comments about Amera Andersen
I opened the diary of her mind,
as this dark woman, came into my life
and I turned her pages only to find,
a tortured soul that is filled with strife.
She penned on her pages in blood red ink,
closing the cover to keep people out.
She’s petrified, of what others might think,
If they read her mind and witness her doubt.
I have a lover a kind hearted soul,
who gives of himself to make her feel free
but this deranged woman will eat him whole;
my all trusting lover, too blind to see.
I need to protect him, keep him from harm,
before she ...
God gave man the number seven,
He showed me a place that’s far above.
High up in the seventh heaven,
a place that’s filled with constant love.
He showed me a place that’s far above;
I saw the treasury of souls.
Where unborn souls reside thereof
and wait to fill their human rolls.