Assiduous Beliefs

How much of life do we think we control
Destiny is preordained beyond interpretation
Choices are the test. For solidarity the peace of mind and soul

Belief in ones purpose is the hardest road

Pronouncement is simply the faith that we are here to learn
Pronouncement is simply the Proclamation of why we are born

Belief is the only part of life we control

Finally I feel I'm coming together
no longer affected by the weather
to stand
to think
not run or swim
neither care if fat or thin
judgemental eyes
that see my lies
will look again and realise
the image that they thought
they knew
was merely just a different view.
they may stop
pause and wonder
but no one now
can steal my thunder.
for I've dug deep
and turfed them out
those feelings I had
of self doubt.
I've buried them
smoothed them over

Books embrace me on all sides.
Large print, teens, newly issued.

It is quiet, yet the conversations between
the covers speak with bold enthusiasm.

Humor and drama unfold together
like mating butterflies...

I know not where one ends
and the other begins. Rows and rows

of poetry, science fiction. And, oh,
romance stories whispering just

beneath their paperbacks, dripping in
lingering kisses, with graceful necks sweeping

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They say wisdom is the gift of pain,
The lesson learned from what has been lost or gained.
The knowledge of the path that's a person once lead.
The thoughts engraved like a chisel to stone. Laying deep within our head.

My knowledge, experience my wisdom was once for told,
He knew before it did, But I felt it through my body right down to the tips of my toes.
Like a surge of electricity the thought came to me. "Don't travel this journey"
But in my heart I needed to be free.

Forthwith the night
once hidden in your eyes
passion makes its way along
to grant sleepless desire
lovers make their way
thru the darkened shire
as passion quickly flares
pitting fire, against fire
in the light of perspirations glow
the heaving of a sigh
giving birth to adoration
revealed within, the slightest smile
we long for brash acceptance
selfishly exhuming, our desire
where copulate we lay
to bring to life, to sire!

4 a.m.
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

If you’re up like I am at 4 a.m.
I wonder if you are

Rocking a newborn baby boy
Sitting vigil at a bedside

A blue-collar worker
A CEO whose car arrived for your flight

Young and free ravers
Stressing that rent is near due

Lovers
Lonely

Starting a 6 mile run
Or sick and suffering too

To those awake at this hour,
I hope rest will find you soon.

Written March 13, 2024
© 2024 Kelly Ann Wilson

Rich men poor men look at your lives

I can tell you it’s no surprise

That where you’ve gone and where you’ve been

Is not in the middle of the lion’s den

For you have set yourselves apart

Into the midst of the lion’s heart

Where there is gold that’s much more pure

Than any rich man can secure

It's quiet, but my thoughts are alive
It's dark, but there are fireworks in my mind
It's still, but my soul rocks
It's calm, but the silence stops
It's peaceful, but something is abound
It's serene, but my ear hears a sound
A sound of someone I know
A sound of somewhere i've been
The smell of fresh air
The leaves in the wind
To a setting sun
Reminding me of your glow
From a coastal town
Forgotten long ago
The peace flows through me
And my body drifts to sleep

I went down south up to North Caroline,
Curving through straight lines dotted on I-95,
Swerving between feeling ok and losing my mind,
Just trying to leave my tattered troubles behind,
And far away.

I packed a light bag with a heavy mind,
Spurning thoughts churned up from deep inside,
I flew in my car on the ground just killing time,
Just trying to get away from everything close behind,
For maybe a day.