Aug 20

Aug 20 Silences, Silenced

Grandpa Swagger, aka, Me, Myself, and I.

Art of Poetry, Inspiration, Inspiring, Loneliness, Mental Health, My Inspiration, My Soul, Prose, Poetry, Silences, Silenced, Silent

Silences, Silenced was a thought that somehow came to be me writing this without my knowledge of ever writing it until the ending. Weird huh? Yeah, how do you think I feel after writing this and then waking up to consciousness?

Jul 23

Jul 23 King of Lions, Heaven Bound

Grandpa Swagger, aka, Me, Myself, and I.

My cat, Mischief, was just the coolest cat you’d ever want to meet! We become comfortable with each other, our relationship, and our living quarters. So full of vim and vigor, so robust, playful he was. I'll sure miss, my Lil' Buddy, for sure. Sheesh, Mischief, was a beastly black cat, that weighed, twenty-five lbs! Come on…

Jul 12

Jul 12 “Ode' to `Mischief Lotus”

Writer's, Writing Words:' - same entity - Swagger Art Studios' & Poetry

Inpiring Love, Cats, The Bliss, Feline, The Art of Poetry, Loss, Pets, Animals, Tragedy, Friendship, My Soul, Best Friend, Inspiring, My Inspiration, Art of Poetry, Authors

This poem was written for my cat in dedication of his life that he lost the battle. He had a stroke and I couldn’t let him suffer. All though, I wanted answers and left him overnight at the vets. Following day, July 1st, Mischief Lotus passed away, he’s free.

Jul 25

Jul 25 I Can't Take You With Me

Writer's, Writing Words:' - same entity - Swagger Art Studios' & Poetry

Passing Away, Spiritual, People, My Soul, Inspiring, Family, Friend's

Here's a poem was written about when I pass away. It's for my children, but it is also friends and ones who knew me. Leaving a legacy behind is working on setting up the things you have, to do. Come on over, and read the poem. Have a great evening people.

Jan 15

Jan 15 Ascension To Ascending

Writer's, Writing Words:' - same entity - Swagger Art Studios' & Poetry

Heaven, My Soul, Salvation

Written coming close to death. Many times have my Lord came to my rescue. A stroke I had in my sleep, left abandoned for 2 days. My friend, Benard Newman, hadn't heard from me, and we talked every day. He decided he had better come to check on me. Good thing, I already felt humiliated from laying in my soils those days. I've had 4 other TIA's, transient ischemic attacks, a mock stroke.