Echo WalkerJacobs
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I am a great artist
My skills require not paint or brush
No canvas or easel will these hands touch.
Maybe a still picture; a burning passion and unfulfilled desire
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I’ve worked all day, the weeks; the months; the years so earnestly and dedicated
Yet I am still unemployed
My fate is so uncertain
My position soon becoming outsourced
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Five years has passed
And I am still in cub
365 after 365 has gone
Yet I only have one room
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It’s like making love my writings you’ll notice
If I’m not inspired to come I cannot see
If my focus is off I cannot complete
If I only get distracted the longer it takes, for my juices to flow and nourish my brain
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How do I know that you will fill my cup?
Meet my needs and cater to all my whimsical wants
You are a stranger
A brief distraction from my wounded life
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Sin Itself
Some persons are afraid to say this word
They scowl to think of it
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My man took me to a place where we had never been before
way up high on the tipsy top of the tallest hill
There he said Baby I love you, taught you should know
In the background St. Kitts and Nevis seemed to glow
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Just hold me as close as possible
I’m shaking!
I don’t know what’s wrong
I just know that I want you to hold me tighter,
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Our lives are entwined by faith
Only we can control our own destiny
When faith kicks in destiny becomes a reality
Like a seed planted deep inside a woman
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She sits on her thrown as if a queen
Pretending her pastures will always be green
her deceit knows no limits
her lies can kill the greatest spirit
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today I mourn, for love has died
a cruel and terrible death she was killed by lies.
That boneless thing, concealed by mouth
Is the most poisonous serpent, you can find about
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Echo WalkerJacobs Biography
Echo Denise Latisha Walker was born in 1978 in the beautiful twin island state of Antigua and Barbuda. I always wanted to be a writer. My inspiration comes from my best friend Deborah Henry, My Daughter Londyn, and all of my other good friends, and family I consider myself to be realist and I cannot stand fake individuals. I also believe, we are over shadowed by what we want to achieve and we block out our true selves and characters - we can only find our true faith if we are willing to be ourselves. When you make this decision only true and real things will come. When you are a writer it appears that you were never born and you will never die for words are eternal. when you are a writer it appears that you were never born and you will never die for words are eternal I love life and I love my family thats my biography)
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Drawing With Words
I am a great artist
My skills require not paint or brush
No canvas or easel will these hands touch.
Maybe a still picture; a burning passion and unfulfilled desire
Like Pasico
I do need a quiet space
To let imagination reign
A hill top view
The light feeling of soft mountain dew
For this artist
Only ink and blank sheets will do
The best natural paper I love to smell
The feel so stiff, So crisp its fills my head
Instantly I am ready for my pen
It dances
Movement, motion is my talent
Flawlessly it curves and twirls, a ballet's grace my hand has seen
My masterpiece is never far off once the dancing starts
my hand it moves to every beat, alternative, hip hop, soca, my mood gives it more speed
Writing is an art fueled by more than a passion
no narrator could ever give justice, to flawlessness
my ink and pen are truly my best friends for when I’m done writing
the melody never ends.
my canvas it is the book, my easel, probably my bed
my paint the ink my brush the pen.
no other feeling gives me joy than drawing with the words of my mind.
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