Biography of Shadow Rai
Lisa Brown is an adoptee, born in Richmond VA. After being adopted, she moved with her family to Nashua N.H. where she received all her childhood schooling. At age 21, Lisa moved to the Four State area where she met her husband Matthew They now reside in Decatur AR. farming and raising their five wonderful children, Mercedi, Tylar, Trae, Matthue and Linleigh.
A. H. Shadow Rai (Lisa Brown) has always had an interest in writing and has been writing since the tender age of 7. A lot of her ideas for her poetry and books came from watching her children and real life experience. Her books on Billy were the first ones written. Today there have been a lot of new titles added to her collection for children all over the world to enjoy.
Shadow Rai's Works:
None as of yet but, currently working with an agent and have had two peoms published 'Change' and 'Billy Won't Keep His Clothes On! '
Shadow Rai Poems
A, B, C Defenestrate
Allegations out you go! Bastard Nations also blow Crime be gone and tossed away Devil Worship, held to fray
Exasperation, abominations Infatuation? Admiration!
Sexy is as sexy does Not whom you are or whom you was Not what you wear or if you’re hot The outside sexy it is not
Are you ready for the ride my friends Oh, once stared it may never end! hold tight to, then comprehend; that thing called life (or just a trend?)
Lately my heart’s been feeling heavy, my chest is tight, my ribs they tremble Lately my stomach turns food into payback,
My heart’s swollen, overflowin’ with the warmth you have for me “Why is it you became my Mother? ” will always rest a mystery
She likes it rough slammed from behind Heart racing, panting on her side
We’ve spat it We’ve ate it We love it We hate it
In The Weeble World
Answering the phone she bumped her already swollen mouth as trickling blood slid off her brow she would vent a sorrow now
Time For Cabinet Doors
6: 00 am coffee’s brewing 6: 01 a cigarette sparked and I’m looking out the window into the world
My heart’s swollen, overflowin’
with the warmth you have for me
“Why is it you became my Mother? ”
will always rest a mystery
Although I wouldn’t have another path
I wish to travel long
A trail devoted duly noted
comfortable to walk upon
Birds chirping squatted perching