the giving

hear your words
whispered dear
heard the thing
moving near
told me the to
what to do
where to go
heard your words
no fear grows
uncertainty gone
move as told
which ever road
copper or gold
tow it walk it
tears move me
forced to live
half life begins
heard your words
sting they did
seen for what is
no feeling no heart
for words done
for words said
to live survive
or simply die
how was then
never now
in the forgiving
we find somehow
to be a part
of the giving

they told me what to do last night,  i truly as blessed .

Author: Leslie Stockton

I am a Poet it seems. But I am many things this is just a small part of who I am. I write *Love Ballads* and *Erotic* prose. This is my little world you see. My passions are *Art* *Music* *Poetry* *Health & Fitness* *Outdoor Activities* *Fashion* *Costuming* ..etc etc. I am a Leo except the part about being in the spotlight *whispers* my preference is home by a fire. I have many belief’s; like signs, patterns, numbers, colors, everything has an energy you see. All things!! To me anyway. That interaction we experience is a kind of sending and receiving of vibrations to me. The cliche’ ..DARK TO LIGHT applies. We are all connected and share *a something* which can not be defined nor understood in our current state of development. So within my limited brain capacity that is what i have chosen to believe in its barest form. But i follow my instincts and try to be a better human. If you ever met me, well I have been told I leave a lasting impression. May the Verse Be with You. ≧◠◡◠≦✌

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