Raymond John Poems

I sniff and smell the fresh breeze
I wonder around waiting for that sprit
But it seems that the joy will end up in my soul.
I smell the breeze, it smell so fresh like the island fruits.
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The heart of the hills silent’s awakes, just stand and listen to trees and the birds sing that sweet mellows.
With the changing of the weather and seasons spring is about to fall off the trees.
As my restless finger squeeze between the leaves, I can see leaves hanging from the tip of the tree branch.
I close my eyes and smell the fresh breeze and listen to the love birds sing to each other.
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WHO AM I! ! I AM THE AFRICAN QUEEN.
I AM THE QUEEN THAT BROUGHT YOU IN THIS WORLD.
I AM THE QUEEN THAT INCLUDES 54 STATES.
I AM THE MOTHER OF THE TREE
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I followed the steps of Jacobs Lawrence’s.
The colors, line and details of every painting
I study every history and facts.
I wondered if I ever belong to an artist.
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life is hided in a dark hole.
where the secert is locked in a box.
life is key for the futuer and life hold the key to the box.
when life is dead, the secert is lost.
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True knowledge! ! !
Everyday I ask myself what is true knowledge?
I figure that true knowledge is base on skills and the activated of the brain.
My knowledge comes from the function and the focus of my words.
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The New Year will see a different me.
With clean and smooth sprit.
With the new attitude and a new person
Comes with adventures and focus.
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