Beloveds, now we know that we know… Without notice, our dear love can… In the instant that Michael is go… Though we are many, each of us is… Only when we confess our confusion…

A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I, now,

I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water

Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a

When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the stre… Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win

Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.

The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone

The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering