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Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Don’t be like those who ask for ev… praise, a blurb, a free ride in my… limousine. They ask for everything… anything in return. Be like those who can see that my…
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
Remember When we ended It all
in our lifetime. Which makes the idea of elections Notice how this word has “man” right in the middle of it? That’s one reason I like it. He is right there, front and center. But he i...
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,