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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
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
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…
