Biography of Andrea Bailey
I have as many of you lived through a bad start, a fair marriage, five fantastic children, births, deaths, lonely, happy, financial problems, abundance, suicides with in the family, and more, so I write about these things.
Finding God, I know his name to be YahSheua.
Friends, and so much more I am published in the library of congress and have won some wonderful awards, just by writing what you feel. I have interest in nature, herbals medicines, Martial Arts, I want to learn stain glass, I live in the mountains. sometimes the silence is so loud. I do how ever love it here. those are the basics I do not like to speak of myself a lot, but if a question is asked I answer it. I have two pen names Kalonicty, and Drew and I use my given name Andrea.
Andrea Bailey Poems
The children are gone and this remains the cities are blanketed with human stain The beauty of trees, sky and grass have all Been swallowed in a monstrous mass A world of ugly, sin and fear I pray to God the end is near
A situation facing starvation and mental decline Being brittle of body and mind feeling no one, no place
Shame on us we must know human condition This world has a blanket of human stain one of which is my bane
Quietly sleeping dreaming Of a life so sweet She once had Hearing whispers and voices she heard before
I stand alone surveying all the pain we savor; stored for future use again, and wonder why the wounds are so revered that men and women vaunt their pious tears.
Unsure Locked away inside my mind Is a tiny little room,
He crossed the room with a subconscious mind as his thoughts fade and twisted
Night Flight It is with Man that I must live, but his society can”t give
Inside Auburn hair and amber eyes flashing fires of dark disguise
A Distant Memory
In shadows of sub consciousness Deep with in my mind Are gently hidden memories Of another time
I dreamed last night I saw a horse As handsome as could be. He stopped upon a moonlight hill, So swift so fleet so free.
It is with Man
that I must live,
but his society can”t give
someone who is different like me
the simple freedom to just be.
I work a job
all through the week.