stephanie mellisa kievaughan

That Which Ail's Me. Is that which Compels me to write

beauty and honor and reverence and the chance to convey Compassion through empathy. Are these not the reason our Hearts and souls are Moved to write Poetry. I Submit it is a Noble way to express our regrets our hopes our passion to reminisce. We Dare to Look back committing the pang's of all which ails us deep down to be carved into stone with our own black tears as Ink upon the tips of our Quills.

Don't be the mouse in the house. Do be the Cat. Don't be the door mat. That's not allowed the Liberty to decide. Where it want's to be at.

Only now do i Know After Many Years Spent To Gather Mine own Sense Of Maturity. Why the God's that Be. Gave unto each and every Dragon a Heart. It is Because. No Matter how great The Dragons piercing strength of grip with Claw' and talon. The Dragons Fist Can Not hold The Treasure's Of Their Heart. Nor Can it Contain a Hamlet's Well of Long Suffering Tear's No Chain Has Ever Been Strong Enough To Bind The Flesh Of A Dragon. The Chain Only Serves As a Reminder of the Virtuous Ties that Bind The SouL To the Heart, And The Mind. Honor... VaLor... True Love... And Selflessness. These Four exceedingly rare Virtues. Rare'er even still Among the Company of the God's

As for me. I can not speak on that. from which other poets drew the water that quenched their ever drying ink weLL. Yet my transcendental fLights of fancy. Only happen when I am emotionaLLy saturated. Likened unto a poetic fuel soaked humbled; crumpLed, bound Rag. At the end of a dogwood torch. A bounding culmination of all the emotional pangs which ail humanity. My inspiration the struck match... my creativity flashes emulation of my emotion burns off energy not in vain. yet to heal the soul of those that correlate their life experience unto mine. Count me as the purveyor of exceedingly refined soul medicine. Of any example i aspire to caLL my Legacy...that i would pass on to my readers...would be such as this...where you have been done wrong...make sure those nearest you are done right...where you bare scars...make sure those nearest you are mended...pay forward only the good...carry forward only the good...VVhen Consuming bad experience's. chew the fat of it, and spit it out. For swaLLowing it too come a part of you. would never be of any good to you, Nor the people nearest unto you...do not carry forward such dark energy...for it injures the bearer...take with you the state of being. That of the obligation to be the infinite resource of the selfless Loving care'er...never utter the word's I don't care...

Monkey see! ... Monkey do! ... Monkey read one book! . Monkey read two! .. Monkey Learn much? Yes she do... Monkey much-needed! .. Friends Like you! .. Monkey Learn this! .. Monkey Learn that! .. Monkey Love a girL! .. In a Cowboy hat! .. Monkey much-needed The Love of her friends! .. No Matter where she at! .. Monkey much-loved! .. Monkey very gLad! .. Monkey she thankful! .. Monkey she grateful! .. For all the true! Friends She ever did have! ..

Posting a verifying heLLo to a friend of whom I met through afreecatvcom hai! Megan Applegate.

Spiritual Story by 'Unknown Author' - - - - - - - - - - 'The Donkey In The Well' - - - - - - - - - - 'One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. they all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well, and was astonished at what he saw. With every shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off! '

Respect Empathy Charity Importance of Philanthropy Restoration of Others after Calamity Introspectivly Teaching Yourself&Youth

where others build up high walls We Poets never stack one brick upon another Nor Post or Fence Between us and those set too offend Our Hearts are Made To Mend Our Skill's are honed to Graft in The Limb Thats Been Pruned Out We Are the Perennial peace makers when other Blossoms Grow Shy Closing their Bloom's From The admirer's eye's We Bravely Keep Our Petals Boldly Open For Many Passer's Bye.