#AmericanWriters
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?