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"Mother" a sacred word revered and worth its weight in gold children learn to bow their head and say their grace and bless the hands that…
Silence walked in like it knew my name told me chill everything don’t need to be explained as if to say don't look for no explanation I…
I saw a deacon picking up trash around our church’s parking lot So I grabbed a broom to sweep up empty bags/vials of crack rock…
Being fooled by Satan's lies by his own devise his own charm My mind is like branches trying to stay strong ,but break like the vines and…
does healing look like progress a quiet home inside voices children who do not flinch when their name is called perhaps it does but healing…
loose strands growing side by side twisting into one tangled vine strengthen by time grows together into one loc locked up forming a strong…
Given a spark of madness is the madness of insisting that all is, when all are miserable…
Christians praise a trinity but are monotheistic…
my life looks like that spinning wheel circling in the center of a screen my delays got choreography…
when I say "please" am I asking or begging am I being respectful or begging for a chance to be heard what does “please” mean what does…
don’t get the wrong idea when you read the words I write…
STOP, just Stop. I’m done swallowing storms…
Angry, reflective.... two flames in the same glass…
Pour the water to wash away the weight of yesterday’s dust. Sip the wine to honor the fire still burning in my chest…
We are the object of desire…
Shadows hide under the sun, quiet as secrets that refuse to die…
The words you carry are heavier than the night…
Part not thou lips, for I can hear the truth before it’s spoken…
How did time convert Morganucodons into humans? Over 200 million years ago, just walking around dinosaur ruins…
I lay beside the anger like a fire that won’t die down, embers whispering what the flames were too loud to say…
broke homegrown curses writing verses backwards in cursive each sentence a surgical precise incision a poet with a purpose not just…
Turn your back— not in anger, but in arrival. Some roads don’t deserve your footsteps anymore, and walking away is the loudest truth you’ll…
There’s fire under the bridge— not the kind that burns it down, but the kind that whispers, “I’m not finished.” Heat in the hush, anger…
They tried to shape my story…
the world ain't ready for a world changer a world changer ain't ready to change the world it's too much sh*t to deal with starting at the…
I see a broken pencil I have a impulse to fix it…
there was a time when you wanted your voice to be heard all you had to do is scream the noise wasn't as loud as it is now you need more…
I think about the good times "the good times" there were good times not to say all the good times have passed away life is a song to those…
Pass the passion like sunlight through branches— soft, warm, and meant to be carried…
Like a branch shaped by seasons, I curve with the weather of my life— sun?warmed, storm?tested, softened at the edges by time…
If brothers could sing the blues…
There’s a crack in the quiet where the light slips through…
Cannot fly.” You will always find a way” wake up, for sometimes, when you fall, you fly…
Now, what do I say…. everything I had was placed into a man; at least I felt he was a man, a man I could love until. Well you know to him I…
A minute too late. Lost - yesterday, between sunrise and sunset, two hours, gone forever…
Playing till sunrise the low-down blues, blew my mind. Something’s been missing my whole life…
Lying to myself was or still is easy for my mind to cope with I been lying to myself without anyone's help…
these words might find you or you may find these words…
Inside of my own oasis I float in my own silence, in my own cloud of happiness In my own paradise…
Summer camp 1983, we just left the pool Rushing to catch the bus, I grabbed my shorts off of a stool…
Imagine what the world would be like if we could exceed the mind. If we could push the limits of what we feel and override all of our…
You really have to look at the world and you need to believe that we are in the service of each other. At least that is my take on it. The…
She stands in a place where the ground still aches Where everything around her has already given in…
sometimes Heaven gets a call and the caller is me and I want to talk to someone I believe is there but I am told "there's no one here by…
Her name lingers at the tip of my tongue…
The universe sees us as energy of low intensity…
I’m so close to killing somebody— might be myself…
It's out for delivery you can't track it nothing to indicate how many stops away…
words like drums every line attack double up the flow never fall off track…
Live your life to the fullest without fear Climb the hills, bust through walls, run toward your dreams, and forge through life's fires…
The difference between a believer and a believer is a believer believes.
I come I go I never leave if I do I'm not gone for long…
all the ramifications are extremely severe harsh cruel and difficult to bear hard to watch can't help but stare at the unforgiving far…
This poem was written by me in respect for the life of a good man, Mr. David E. Choate…
survival... the constant battle a spiritual tone of consciousness…
It's gonna be one of those days standing in the way blocking the view won't let me through what would you do if you were me stop in your…
silence is a place to keep secrets safe left more words behind then words could say if the window was open wide enough I'd see more space…
