Words can devour the mind and eat… Drown the eyes and crack the mouth… Turn light blues into dark purples… Saturate the soul with angry shado… Words can open doors,

Her friend’s long skirt makes plum… She lies here listening to the whi… That sends its ancient answers far… And tries to pull their meanings i… Elizabeth is bending near the shor…

The faucet is still dripping. The Hourglass of Life keeps the s… From being what it wants most to b… A beautiful sand castle. An endless sigh is slipping

The brightness of the waves in thu… Pushed his feelings far unto the s… As inward to the deep he made his… Living in his path, were deeds apa… As freedom rang, in hunger, of his…

She is surrounded by people but sh… No one understands her or what goe… She has many friends and much fami… But the real her she can not let t… What if they were to laugh and tur…

She longs for spring In waiting to see What her garden will bring Tired of seeing trees Without leaves

His life is almost over so he’s to… How dare they try to be so bold. He’s seen it all, he has set the p… He’s done it all, he has won the r… He’s listened carefully to all the…

And when their day is done, They shall capture the splendor Of the setting sun. Such hues of peach and periwinkle Are distinctly heightened by

Transcending Categories of race Evidence, time unexplained; In the purified essence of The space of truth

Call her back to a time long ago, Before the white man came to her l… A time long ago when buffalo roame… And her freedom knew no bounds. Call her back to a time long ago

Lying in the brilliant sunshine sh… Footsteps on a dusty path disturb… A young hand grasps her, tosses he… Eventually, he tires of this reput… Now she is in the shade of a large…

She loves to look at old things And remember times gone by; A rhinestone pin, a filled dance c… Or Grandpa’s bow tie. Old photographs, a handkerchief,

You said the words, you took the v… To love forever... but it’s over n… Your words were lies, your love un… Your actions so selfish, your thou… What once was holy, now lies in as…

Down by the river, Where the green chilies dry, Where the peppers are sorted & siz… Down by the river, Where the herons’ dark shadows,

He sees, as in a dream, The mythological time traveler, Flying by treading moonlight; High above a city Tinkling with silver sounds