History is the road map of broken roads. 

We are to create new roads as we go. 

Determination guides us by what we choose in life. 

We can choose to amplify

life, share experiences, or

anchor our butts and do nothing.

Welcome to the Poetry Gallery

This Poetry Gallery is an open gallery of all forms of creative expression I use. The vast array of writings I have inked originate from the poetic imagination I have. Poetry interpretation relieves the world of imperfections especially those we find in self.

May poetry continue to give life tolerable meaning and spark the fires that make the imagination one of the greatest assets we have to utilize toward personal fulfillment. *** May you find joy in poetry too:)

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Words are nothing without actions.

If you would like a detailed resume of my skillful and resourceful abilities, email me. 

I write books.  I travel abroad when able.  I speak publicly to help assist others.  I create video recordings of value to help assist others.  I capture photography of precious moments in time and events.  I share the journey with loving fans, followers, and individuals that I know as my friends.

      I saw a vision so serene,

Its peace embraced me,

I had stumbled on tranquility,

A place so passionate,

That I was released to be.

2012

I have wrote my entire life on scratch pads, in the sand and on key boards. 

Now I would like to share with you.  Enjoy !!!

I am the thoughts of what you want her to be,

I am the images that you want to feel.

I am the heart that you want to embrace,

I am the tears that you want to gently wipe.

I am the laughter that you want to hear,

I am the smiles that you long to see.

I am the vision of what makes loving a reality for you.

You are the escape that I need,

You are the strength that I desire to feel.

You possess the knowledge that I crave,

You encourage a life that once just existed.

You catch me when I fall and help me on my feet,

You whisper the words that tell my soul to continue on.

You are the reality that makes loving a reality.

I Hope To Be

I am strong, I am brave;

I have felt no fear.

I have tasted determination’s sweetness.

I have kissed the power of anger with no temptation;

I have looked terror in the eyes with no remorse.

I have stood on a foundation of no substance.

Yet time is the desire that my hands cannot grasp.

Reality is but a dream that I cannot understand.

The simplicity of life’s explanation is more foreign to me,

Than the freedom that I have to experience it.

The gift of happiness is a treasure, I hope only to give.

When does or will my package of completeness arrive?

Will I ever be freed to me?

Or will I always succumb to a presence

of my own breath for another?

When, If, Where and Why?

One day, one time, a moment in space.

I will find me, I will heal me,

I will secure these wounds within.

I will never emerge as the broken soul that I am,

But will fly and soar.

As the Eagle that I hope to always be.

C M Cox

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I gained hope from that moment on,

Knowing that on the notes of every bird's song,

That I may close my eyes anywhere and

My Dream Time will always be there...

a smile needs no words~

shades do brighten the day~

reading creates memory's album~

laughter is not the best medicine, it is the ONLY medicine~

I Hope To Be...

            ...one day

there's always nature...

Buckle up on this roller coaster, For an eventful lifetime ride,

Smile-Laugh-Hold-Kiss & Let the heart enjoy the surprise.

Buckle up on this roller coaster, For an eventful lifetime ride,

Smile-Laugh-Hold-Kiss & Let the heart enjoy the surprise.

Little Runaway

She tries to run from the inner fears,

She tries to hide,

from the damage she has created within.

Her shadowed life held secure,

By the comfort of not letting anyone near,

Securing, unorganized chaos,

keeping clutter as security of solitude,

Reaping only the torture of this gal's soul.

Releasing and changing is more pain to unfold,

Eliminating the world of secrets cold.

Increasing a want for true control,

Letting peace consume what now

is this runaway's goal.

My confession as an author is how

I write without regards to

formal word usage and structure.

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