Echo WalkerJacobs Poems

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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For Mommy and Londyn

God give me solitude
When I am lost
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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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