That which you have stolen Is in your potent hands. You hold it there securely Not letting a pulse be spared Of the ceaseless ache of love for…

If she was a bird would she fly in… Disintegrate in the morning’s glow… Would she fly above the trees? Impaled upon the branches. Could she fly on the wind?

Out of time Out of place A misfit part Of the human race Outside the rules

As spoons in a drawer She has her pillow sleep And when her head falls From burdens deep It’s her pillow she finds

Aunt Maude Anderson, her Auntie, Wrinkles carved in your gentle fac… Where children’s exploring paws Once found a place— A place to feel warmth of sun and…

Their lives are too short They worry too much They need to slow down And let time catch up The kids grow too fast

Deep in the woods, The snowy, frozen woods, With its beckoning trees, Shrouded with a thick lace of snow… There goes a wind,

She eternally sleeps, Forever seventeen, In the ground Beneath Poseyville. Just a face in the crowd

A facelift, a browlift, and swolle… Stapled tightness across a tired b… Lying beneath a cloudburst of ice… Struggling to be beautiful and you… Eye lids don’t close when she is s…

He had a dream There’s no nations in his country… No small people from the herd, No chauvinists and priests, No religion too.

Veracious blood has finally come,… Can’t the world love each other as… Anger, rage has to overcome. She listens to the man’s humble wo… How he raped many sistas and gave…

Mentioned words in time. Confirmed. The subtlest of lies. Play the part, one man’s heart. To damn the man’s belief.

She loves to look at old things And remember times gone by; A rhinestone pin, a filled dance c… Or Grandpa’s bow tie. Old photographs, a handkerchief,

Thousands of times Over and over again Expressing his heart and mind Staying out of the summer rain Writing his feelings over and over

Oh, she wishes that she could fly To hover in the sky. Be close to you, her Lord, Under your caring and powerful eye… Only then would she feel as free a…