Lemon the hands that held the youn… a thorny stock with brittle roots–… grew angry flowers to howl at the… dare thunderstorms with Petaled F… dainty in their Ferocity. Defiant
Oh, to be in love is very wonderous whether it’s the first time or the hundredth!
I knew it the minute I opened the… A sparkly blue helmet, I put it r… Like exclamations from its edges,… Framed a grin brighter than the tr… I opened every gift with exuberanc…
I sat down under a lonely tree to contemplate the lov-e-ly way it swayed, so laz-i-ly, in the sunny, summer sun. And as I sat, I wondered how
The weak will gravitate to the lou… they will be the most dangerous of groupings, and the largest. The intellectuals will try to comb… their forces –Everyone is right
The people we elect won’t obey the… the people they appoint don’t eith… by design our demise is assigned through another country’s policy, corrosive, corrupting -
I put this thing around my body years ago to keep me warm, To help protect me from the bad and those who’d do me harm - See, I learned this lesson long a…
Today, we officially became A communist country, our Constitution ripped of its frame as we watched on our TV’s —The government we trust?
o. k., we’re gonna try it A different way this time– Do what you say For real; Not just for play - Put my soul under your knife
I was a child when I had you, it’… too young to be a mother or a frie… I don’t know how to communicate wi… You’ll never understand what I we… To an unwed mother’s home, they di…
We are but wretched little things small-minded in our finer’ies, selfish in our mine’eries Just wretched little things with our eyes shut tight
—The Silver Passenger Train— One long picture window of small heads passing parked cars racing by red warning lights and
Myopic my culture dystopic the lea… trading in my belief system drop-kicking my freedoms my head is ringing Taking my stake in a land that I…
This story is a true one, a tragedy of sorts about the love a girl has for a sh… one that would never come to port. Every day she stood upon his shore…
I’m 16 years behind you I see your quickening decline —soon to be mine— Through the years I’ve denied this truth, that
