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Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as...

Pity me not because the light of day
At close of day no longer walks the sky;
Pity me not for beauties passed away
From field and thicket as the year goes by;
Pity me not the waning of the moon,
Nor that the ebbing tide goes...

“It seems to me,” said Booker T.,
“It shows a mighty lot of cheek
To study chemistry and Greek
When Mister Charlie needs a hand
To hoe the cotton on his land,
And when Miss Ann looks for a cook,
Why stick your nose inside a...

Where i would have fallen,
Now I only stumble
To the brother I would have struck
I suffice with an insult

I am yet to turn the other cheek
Or take a brother the extra mile
It may only have been yesterday
When I was...

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our...
        

Ruby;
Like a sweet childhood song
I know you so well
But I still
Can’t get enough

Ruby,
Like the deep blue sea
I’ve seen you a thousand times
But you’re still
My favorite sight

Ruby,
Like the...

Heavy were his thoughts,
That bound and broke him,
Heavy was his fear,
That dragged him low.

But heavier was his God,
Who carried his pain,
Whose love rebuilt him,
And made him whole again.

Heavy was the...

Saturday nights,
Always the big fight
A fight to say no
To the known;
And yes, to the unknown!

If I could bask in my own love,
and give myself to myself
as I give to others,
then I would be whole.
But self cannot complete self,
and only flesh can cure flesh.
Thus, I remain unfinished,
until I can find...

Words, words, I play with words
hoping that some combination—
even a chance combination—
will say what I want.
What's left unsaid
will always find a way
to scream.

She held on to the rose
Like you would for dear life,
She tucked in her nose,
Took in the scent and pollen.
As the rose in hand withered,
The pollen in lungs blossomed
Now her breath,
Has the scent of a rose

Friday nights –
The mad, bad streets,
Pacing, thinking, wishing, seeing
Cold nights, tipsy, hot blood –
Deep dives and long drives,
Strange, loud, high neighbors.
It ends on a Saturday morning
Sleepy, Saturday...