Like the rivers of a long, lost wo… Tears flow. The misery of the anguished and th… The banished Relinquish their thoughts into the…
He is as black as The pupil of his eye. He is as white as The bone under his flesh. He is a one-eyed and two-faced
Remember those days when they woul… How about those weekends with ever… Or what about way back when they f… And when they got older and all of… Those were the days when they had…
Don’t lollygag, scalawag, scurry o… Your mama is waiting. You’ve tarr… The loblolly pine branches tap a t… You’d best get on back 'cause you’… The scuppernong stain 'round the r…
A new day is starting, The summer is parting, It was a time for fun and laughter A time of crying, sadness and deat… But, life goes on, the seasons cha…
Women warriors laboring over hot o… Boiling their bras in the pots. They are the witches of their own… Dancing to the flute caressing the… Feeling the heat of their lives,
In a correlated space awaiting mic… A clouded T.V. screen of desensit… Beckon terrestrial Gods, Fantasy pictures, contritely morbi… Texturized lies; Barely autonomou…
The rose is a wonder for the eye; So beautiful it could make one cry… Its petals open up in spring, The time new birds begin to sing. Its beauty is for all to see;
Across the valley from high on a m… The shadows flicker and lights dan… As the glow from the cities inflam… Her adoration of life is enhanced. As she continues to gaze at the sp…
Remember him when the sky is dark, And clouds hide burning stars. Think of him as the rain rushes To touch his skin, and trees Dance around him through the wind.
Whence cometh thou, ’tis within th… A light, feathered gentle, soothin… For he is not, as it is so, engulf… O’ heart, tears begat thee one yea… Do caress him warm upon his face
What’s wrong with the world today And the silly games people play Money, power and greed Using people is now the way Too many people looking to easy st…
At this very moment, she’s thinkin… Of you and how you were once True. Wondering what to do, she’s Feeling like a fool
As she sits here all alone, Thinking of you coming home She wishes the door would open wid… And you would just step inside She has not faced that dreadful
Cicadas Singing in synchronization As if the Tree branches Were strings of a mammoth
