#AmericanWriters
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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?
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.