Angel A. Lockwood
Angel A. Lockwood Poems
|165.||Intimate & Personal||2/5/2013|
|172.||A Fresh Tune||3/11/2013|
|173.||Wilderness Of Words||3/13/2013|
|177.||The Lonely One||3/22/2013|
|185.||Full & Well Notice||3/31/2013|
|187.||Your Work Us Not Forgeten||4/6/2013|
|188.||In Times Of Lonliness||4/8/2013|
|191.||The Other Day||5/18/2013|
|192.||Nothing To Say||5/31/2013|
|198.||My Sister And Friend||7/21/2013|
|199.||Steps Of The Righteous||7/20/2013|
|200.||Life Like A Buttterfly||7/22/2013|
I awoke early one morning, and to get a head start
I went directly to the neighborhood Hobby Mart,
I really enjoy going there, for I get to explore alot as,
I put some really interesting items in my little red cart
I have now chosed so many items,
I am usure where I am to start
Now one of my biggest decision, is to hobby or not
My hobby is an activity,
which is suppose to be,
simply recreational for me, while I unfold and just be free
Yet, when strolling in the mart, pushing that cute little cart
If that simple thought isnt clearly remembered
Can You Imagine?
What if kisses, were a form of healing?
Who would the Drs. be?
How would it effect health care?
Or what would be just as a fee?
What if showers washed away fear, and all it's residue vanished into the farest of seas?
What if people never needed to ask, how
you were doing?
Because each ones heart could actually hear.
What if air was an elixir?