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Author Joyce Waites is 20 years old, Lives in west Philly with cousin
& husband, enjoys reading African American literature, loves fashion
& the latest hair styles, loves to eat good food, loves to cook,
wishes to study marine biology studying under water plants & animals,
work's for the community, does not litter, loves tropical plants. I stand solemnly as the sky sheds it's tears upon me The crackling of the sky muffles my sobs The flowers bow their heads in the presences of the storm And the gray sky looks down with sympathy The wind is blowing my weave across my face I am standing in the grain of the rain The green of the trees contrast sharply against the deep gray sky The smell of the rich wet soil assailing my nostrils I lift my hands to the sky to receive the rain drops I tilt my head to the clouds I welcome this summer rain as it falls down upon me Rinsing away my worries and drenching my pains I focus solely on this moment fazing out everything around me just nature and I and the world and God The rain soon will slack it always does these summer rain storms are usually brief Some what relieving and always refreshing I love these summer rain storms I do I really do I am standing in the midst of a summer rain storm I know that the clouds can only hold the sun in captivity for so long and that's O.K. because the summer rain storms shall return at least until the summer ends... When something seems so close I have lived a wicked life It's time for me to change Demons of sorts and types all come in many names To knock me off my block in life They know my weakness well Hoping they can get us all to burn with them in hell I know that God is watching me  and I put God to shame I pray that you forgive me Lord I ask in Jesus name Fear is of the devil as I shudder through my dreams If I could make my nightmares go away by any means Through darkness many spirits thrive and many spirits loom I pray that you will place protective angels in my room. I know I should not be afraid cuz' God is always there But fear is of the devil and I feel the devil's fear Early in the morning when I first wake up I whisper sweet thank yours to the lord for allowing me to see another morning I sluggishly roll out of bed, stretching my muscles My joints "snap" and "pop" with rejuvenation I yawn, letting out the stresses and tensions of yesterday I take in the fresh breath of a new day a breath of anticipation, a breath of hope I stumble to my window I say goodbye to the moon as the sun relieves her of her nightly duties as the sun is yet still low He paints the sky with lavenders, pinks and purples my imagination takes on... The world fills with flowers, beautiful flowers heavy laden with dew drops giving them a diamond effect and I am in awe I take off running in search for something the cause and source of this beauty my cotton nightly nightly is drenched and soaked in dew I run faster as pure blue starts to dominate the sky The melody of the sun-rise starts to harmonize with the melody of the day never reaching my destination, before the sun reaches his full transition from sunrise to day the music of the early morning dulls not a trace of purple in the sky I can no longer stare the sun in his eyes I find myself back at my window staring out while the sun looks in It was good while it lasted there's always a tomorrow so. I anticipate a good nights sleep so that I can feel the bliss of. "when I first wake up" Home Page |