by Jamerson Rising

Created on: January 07, 2009   Last Updated: August 31, 2011

I am the poet. That writes in the night.
In the dark by candle light.
These visions I see.
Come to me for free.
Looking in a cup of dark tea. What do you want me to see.

Looking in a mirror for to long I fear.
I close my eyes and listen.
When spirit falls upon me I glow I glisten.
My face shines bright as I listen.

Let the love flow through. Been this way since I was two.
Born asleep for two long years.The Angels awoke me when I was three.
To my moms surprise I opened my eyes.
What a surprise I walked talked and realized.

This special gift what I was given.
I did this all within a week.
Angels speak with visions behind my eyes.
I look at people I see their lives.

It saddens me when they look short.
I laugh when I see pictures of them when they are little.
When people are sick. I get sick too.
I carry it for awhile then I am through.

I keep this to myself.
I want no scientist putting me on a shelf.
Visions we all can do.
If you really believe they will come true.

I might be crazy but I'm very happy you see.
I know you better then you know me.
Yes Angel speak visions in me.
When I die I will finally be free.

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