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in our lifetime. Which makes the idea of elections Notice how this word has “man” right in the middle of it? That’s one reason I like it. He is right there, front and center. But he i...
You confide in me that you are lonely,
Don’t be like those who ask for ev… praise, a blurb, a free ride in my… limousine. They ask for everything… anything in return. Be like those who can see that my…
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
Reminding us, as they witnessed our curiosity about them, that no matter the losses, there’s something fabulous going on at every stage of Life, something to let go of, maybe, but for d...
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
