|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||
![]() |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| PAGE TWO |
Floetic Divinity To flow divine is floetic divinity Showcasing the lyrical aspect of me A deity by my own assent Only diva divines are this affluent So much to talk about So much to say Recognizing my heritage makes me this way Ancestors past whom paved the path So that we could all speak freely at least Which brings me back to the place of my own Doing the one thing that I’ve always known Granted this one of many gifts Blessed from on high, my spirit it lifts Joy beyond belief, an unheard-of pleasure A lyrical ability that can not be measured From writing a song And arranging it too Short stories and rhyme Like old folk used to do No better outlet is there to be found Placing thoughts on paper and laying that ground Nothing more pleasing then spreading my word Divine in my writings; make sure that I'm heard Favored are those who can put down expression And in the same breath give a valuable lesson Rather it's reason preceded by rhyme Or methodizing the madness with this flow of mine Stimulating the mental as my soul it tweaks The inner most depths, from wince it speaks Effortlessly the words seem to fall Right into place with no problem at all If one can achieve with greatest of ease One also possesses floetic divinity Chanel Vann Tillman Copyright ©2003 Chanel Vann Tillman |
|||||||||||||||||||||||||
| CONTACT ME |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| JOY Love of my life Keeper of my heart Pray to God daily Our love never parts From the depths of my soul Is where this love lies No one is greater In my eyes Warm embrace Soft subtle kiss A part of my life I dare not miss Center of my being Guardian of my heart The one and only From the very start Time pulled us apart For a very long while You are here now My joys restored, now I smile Chanel V Tillman Copyright ©2003 Chanel Vann Tillman |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| That Love As I sit and think of you A feeling comes over that can't be denied It turns me inside out Just knowing what I have The scent of you The look of you The way you walk Some days I want to call in sick That love you put on me Has a hold Stronger than a vice grip Around my heart Spiritually, mentally, physically That love in the physical form Like none other You've got that love Chanel V Tillman Copyright ©2003 Chanel V Tillman |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||