William Sinclair Manson's poetry

What do you see when you look at me A man who is happy living life, and carefree. I am not homeless poor or unhealthy Life is good and in realty wealthy. I am not in a war starving and forlorn looking for shelter wishing I wasn't born. Living in democracy not fearing each day In a Country thats safe in its own special way. No fear for my children and will they survive no brothers been killed they are all alive. Scared to waken up to a brand new day explosions the norm in the brutal foray. No Screaming children when you open your door no man or woman dead on the floor. Food is a plenty in our cozy domain we take it for granted just like the rain. Thank your lucky stars you face no pain Thousands are suffering in the main. THANKFUL FOR LIFE. Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

Whilst walking along the street one night I came across a wondrous sight A lady aglow in an aura of light. She looked so very real to me I walked towards her shaking her charm was mesmerizing could my eyes be faking? Her dress was of a distant past hair was long and dark the street was lit from her glow whilst heading for the park. She walked along a darkened path apparel trailing on the ground smiling beautifully as she walked did she want to be found?. I walked close behind her the moonlight shone the way I tried to stop and talk to her still shocked with nothing to say. Her bodice was coloured blood red barely clad but felt no cold wondering how she managed to walk how will this mystery unfold. Stunned by her beauty I followed her for hours glancing around every now and then she engulfed me with her powers. Eventually she would stop and stare at a decrepit abandoned shack still floating as if magical she did not leave a track. Eyes fixed on the shack tears ran ...