natasha LaTulip aka Gpsi MoonShine
Biography of natasha LaTulip aka Gpsi MoonShine
I have had a very creative life with much to bring from love and togetherness growing up. Many people have a hard time trying to figure me out, but it's not easy to say that it is impossable- but life goes on and there is always a rainbow of your own. I have a little sister and a little brother, a loving mother, father and a wonderful grandmother who I cherrish deepley and wouldn't ask for more. I am also a deddicated mother of five wonderful children whom gets most of my world. i have goals and rais of sunshine that seem to slowlly be falling in line, and a happy life and true love takes a while, but when you do find your rainbow. Love it, keep it and never take it for granted.
natasha LaTulip aka Gpsi MoonShine's Works:
I do have a children's book that is in the process of being published, atleast, it seems to be a good chance of happening. It is called Sam And The Magical Lizard, and I will share with you full details and when it is published as soon as possable. Thanks, :)
natasha LaTulip aka Gpsi MoonShine Poems
Ode' To My Sister
Sister is, sister be. So much is my baby sister not like me. I've watched you grow and change so much, but I couldn't ever stand it when you touched my stuff. You'd alwaysglimmer, you'd always shine, I couldn't stand it when what's yours,
With everyday life, and random situations, I always find a reasoning, and a meaning for it all. For the first time in my life, the reasonings I can't seem to grasp; which bring along the fear of personal fall.
I Don'T Remember
What was it like to love on my own, to learn and to grow, to put myself first, I don't remember. When was the las time when I remembered my lines, and sang to a crowd, I don't remember. When was it last that life moved fast, and I remember mostly smiling, I don't remember. When was the last time that peace was easy to find and I didn't have to wait to be myself, I don't remember.
Strong For Two As One
To the kingdom of the Gulies, lay the queen to his side. The battle begun amungst the Embasery, and refuse, do whitch, is not of the kingdom in resign.Dance thy king in wisdom, queen, let your heart shed in grace. The kingdom is pulling outward- stance, to is the distance, of thy place. Heartships will not be over drawan, and the edges of one's temperance, hold ground. For one is not to foresaken, the images that may of mark a frown. Pick up your swords and words mighty king, Queen has bestowed ighty shield.
Thoughts Have Nothing But Time
Spacious Wondering Intuitive collectiveness Heights being focused observed and obliverated.
In Sweet Memory
There's a time when the heart needs to breath There's a time when the page needs to end There's a time when spring is at your foot steps and the moon is the light in your sight
There was a female elk in my backyard. Such a graceful sight to indure. So peaceful for the moment she stands, and so fascinating for sure. So beautiful does she stand, with her fawn silk coat and her doe eyes. I wonder if she's a mother and where do they ley. So wonderful to see her presence, so reasuring to the soul-
O.C.D. Vow of ecknoledgement do I take in place of my heart in seeking. The compassion that I crave, obliviously
To my heart in temperance ingaged in pregail in a soaring moment of pure beauty
It is apparent to me now that the predictable behavior of control is more transparent, then the hole that I carry proudly in the knee of my jeans. The wind still blows the same and the sun and the moon arrive as expected- and intuitively, my next assumption seems to be correctly falling into the appropriate order.
Glicket Glutteny took a shadow, down the reeves and through the hallows. pass the graves and by the light of the moon, knowing that witches night is comming soon. Thinking of all those little things that all those little witches bring.Eye of newt, tail of rat, tucked away in their witches hats. pale of mist, wrotten old fruits and herbs and berries, and most likelly caught in a glass jar; a lots of magickal fairies.
Spyrus Of The Gumdropp Tears; Fearie In ...
Spyrus; may I ask you a question sence you hold the key to the skies You know the words you knowof listoning you color the lies.
lay I ring on the radience of thought The vision of wisdom and memory of a start
My Cat Arian
He rather play with my plastic bag that I brought home from the store. He rather not, givethe time to spare- for the toy mouse sitting by the front door.
Commith December with ith' I remember
and bring me forth to my temperance.
to not on silk
but too is on grass of green and fields of
washed mountain trailing hills.
Yoo is the image if a memory
too is the leg of ingaiging hearts and ingaiging minds.