The Different Forms of Shangri-La
By Aneesah L. James
Release Date: 4/26/2006
Published by: www.PublishAmerica.com
This book contains a collection of poems that speaks on the laws of life, love, nature, war and everything one can think a collection of poems should contain.
The author of this book inspiration to write came from the life struggles that was laid upon her and anyone who entered in her life, rather itís love, happiness are their eagerness to hate are judge. She writes in many different forms of poetry. These poems will put you in an awareness of your now. You will be in a deeper state of meditation.
Shangri-La meaning: Heavens on earth. The author chosen this unique but interesting title because she feels everyone is in search of peace and happiness. Many people search for happiness in different ways and some leads to obsessions. The author opinion: To be more into your now you gain awareness. To gain awareness you gain a balance. To gain a balance you have gain peace with oneís self.
Below is only one style that is written from the authorís collection of poems. This poem is not published in her book; yet, it gives the reader an example of her work.
Cries of Innocence
By Aneesah L. James
Does the truth lie deep into my eyes? Do I skip a beat when my heart cries? Can anyone say they have been deep into my skin? My choices as I try to claim my name. As I walk through the narrow roads I am given thunder and rain. Are you trying to judge what you donít see beyond? Can one actually read my hearts war of the mind? Are you the king thatís claiming to wear the crown?
It doesnít come easy as one try to beat the odds of oneís anniversary as to reclaim the pureness when I took my first breath. Did you ever look into your reflection of your war? Have you seen what brought you to your stance as youíre relieved of your past times? Judging my steps as I can truly tell you I will not hide. These steps became my imputed knowledge which builds my house to be strong enough to not be blown down. The new I lie inside my now.
Quietly listen to the arts while my rhythm becomes the true meaning of oneís innocence. What truly make a being an hundred percent of innocence? If you truly think this is your stance you are in violation of self. One have to climb many mountains bleeding and blistering at the end barefooted and struggling with the wind and finally changed his rounds with the blink of his eye you still cry out pain in his name.
What makes one sow pure? Only the little angels that wonders without a clue. Itís the introduction to his stage her parents that gave rage to honor and learn that one must live and then die. The middle was given the third eye. Cries of innocence begin to hunt his every step. Looking for peace and trying to find happiness within wealth. Itís the humble the still that see only in his now that can truly see peace anything ahead are behind only cause worries and pain. Letís enjoy only the moment and claim sane. The lordís arts are given to me by days. I will enjoy the meaning that molded my stage.