If my words could suffice We would all be living quite nice But the truth is that actions spea… That’s why we’ve heard of Your ac… Turn me to wine

The poet turns on words to create The contemplative turns off his wo… and looks inward To create a poem Learn to talk to silence

This right here This age Won’t last long I have but a decade To direct myself on the

Morals and manners Used to run this town Now, I see guns and chaos So I turn off the news And slip on my shoes

WHACK! Scott’s hammer collided with the small metal spike. WHACK! And it was finished; Scott had just wrapped up building his permanent shelter. It wasn’t very big, probably fifteen fee...

You say you want change Change your head Give our land love Yes our land not the gays

I write these stanzas like having… When I cry alone in my bed Writing is my way of using the tea… I’m really not tough Poetry is lost around my age

Evil runs rampant There’s not much that we can do It’s exactly this type of thinking That causes us to run Laps at a track meet