My Poetry,




Got a say to mark a day
a flame to keep a stay
why it burns the soul of time
A light driven dove to a ryme

this is it, i fear timidness
as soul sweeps
my path widens

take a moment to fly
Ginger


It is a moment to be
Stuck between here and eternity
Why to seed why to be
What the heck is up with that darn Fig Tree
What roots cannot be seen
why do they judge thee
Torment with the twist of old root
Go find your own truth!
Leaf this own tree to its foot
For it cannot grow stifled within a foe
Time is a seeker not a preacher
and to live is to seek not to read and reread
To god is to be
And to just be thee is to just see
I dream to be that!
even if its alone without shiny hats
For I am old bark and I do not like shiny things




Ginger


Torn Pink Red
found lead
more lead
grown free to round fiend
fret let not be
Patience thee fight flight
Be free within inner sanctum of light

seaginger


Mountains in the distance, far as the shore she breathes, its mounds and pushs, scraps and takes to we it holds the inner breathe O so cold. This odd recapture of breathe remolds into breathlessness as we touch its middles heart, clinging to grab a touch of highest had. But it is inner we dig to figure the lands to find the inner in, its angles so bold bring a fire so old to upper or so as it is told. Deep within its fires touch a waters soul combining a gap to reach an entrance to cinters forged no soul. This is where a first is hold, a ruby and emerald flesh out through folds, downwards tears roll. To see this soul comforts sold but see this is not sad or bliss it is just as is, so never a comfort dawn without a fears to frown upon, it is a force to be part of things bad as you know we are distintively a force to be had. This warmth of a mothers hand is pulled to artic winterland, little winds push too strong and our winters arm weakens and calms, to normality it reforms. See nothing is without causation and cause has no reason to ryme it is a rhythmatic without source of time, we know not of winter drought only that newness is brought. Enjoy for its ours made from generations old.

Seaginger


Deep the soul begins
a journey a millium old
pulling at my soul
it begs another revelation to age
the youngness births for my family elders
I find my soul is not its own
but bestowed only upon a little known of childs dawn
ohhh but I love you so though your not my to own
for my spirit is truely happy to know its inner in and secrets thus born within
never to take never to hurt always an open seeker for needed hurt and unfound
written by,
SeaGinger


Don't you GET IT!!
Don't you see
I'm not just a used seed
Your ways are corrupt and feared
Though I was never loved nor known to your ear
You acted above with a seered fit
You furthered the wound with selfish intents
You hate my tactics and my will
Yet define yourself as corrected unreal
You state that I'm fake
Yet the mask your wearing is sliding off your face
You just don't GET IT!!
Your the fool
Time will reveal that your a rotten tool
Others keep silent
Whilst this torment endures
They giggle slyly while their soul is no more
You do and do and do
But I'm a seed I do not die I'm already to go dispite your lies
Give me a little light and some room to grow and I'll squash your tiny poopmobile
For this game is over you have LOST
I'm No FOOL and I'm the BOSS
You listen to the rules now and keep to your silent twisting
and we shall see who's torn and alone and wishing
It shant me me for I rather like your stupid poop
It gives me strength to push you too
This backwards battle where everybody looses is unset
I trump your Queen sweep up the rumored mess
Time will be set right and I will rue the day that your corners collaspe on your fishing net lies of fate
Time time time is against you my fiend
Watch the clock its coming for you the truth loves a little break but it always resurfaces on the brink
Congrats!!!! YOUR BATTLESHIP HAS BEEN SANK!!!!!!!