#AmericanWriters
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold