written 1998
As spoons in a drawer She has her pillow sleep And when her head falls From burdens deep It’s her pillow she finds
Every now and then, When he feels like a writer... When ideas are embedded in his hea… And every which way he turns He bounces gently off the insides…
The faucet is still dripping. The Hourglass of Life keeps the s… From being what it wants most to b… A beautiful sand castle. An endless sigh is slipping
Have you reached the Crossroads Of your life? Was the road clear or full of stri… Do you look back and give a wistfu… Turning for things and times gone…
Consider a moment the clear blue s… Have you ever stared at a sight li… And boldly wondered “Why?” What if just a little darker With a hint of red inside.
You are her younger brother, Like you there is no other. They grew up having lots of fun, She regrets those days are done. It’s sad that childhood can’t last…
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…
A grain of wood Runs like a race car Around a multi-colored track Zooming down to the bottom It zooms up
It was Quick! and It was Sudden! Their hearts were a breakin’ Their eyes were a floodin’ They’re Gone, but not forgotten! Soon there will be rejoicing
Gold and rosebuds! Just to name a few! And the precious sun that shines Like the early morning dew Mountains on top of mountains
The road is now full of nocturnal… Laughs roll on and on... Late summer rains cleanse And excite to alls delight. Cool crisp desert air descends sur…
Her creamy white skinny hand. Twirled around, molded tightly Into Papa’s pudgy mahogany finger… His rippling laughter pulsated Slithered into her juvenile veins
Words don’t last forever, Though they think they do. New clothes and money aren’t neede… As long as she has you. Friends are for eternity,
By chance, where are you? He always hears a call After looking so much, Not even a glimpse of a person. There are many insisting messages
Transcending Categories of race Evidence, time unexplained; In the purified essence of The space of truth