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The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
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…
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
You confide in me that you are lonely,
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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…