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Maybe im simple
but i dont understand
why do we hide
in the lands
of twisted speach
why do we hide
from the words
that will give us
a little freedom
that will make us
stand
head held high
when we see the light
within the eyes
of...
View this entryIt is from the corner
of your eyes
that you smile
it is from the corner
of your eyes
that you weep
it is from the corner
of your eyes
that you see
a flicker
of a shadow
that was once
your dream
View this entrySave your light
And hold it tight
You never know
When the crow
Will take it away
Use as a bait
To lurk you out
To scream and shout
For the soul you lost
As a trash away tossed
View this entrypoem
The earth was dreaming about a moon not yet born, when I entered its dream as a ghost with the moon in my eyes in silhouette held by the creator who joins me to...
View this entryAfter the desert storm,
the ripples in the sand
make a wish.
In the twinkling of an eye,
the sun shows its face.
View this entrySomething from the heart
Daddy no please don't go why must you go fight in Iraq. Daddy please write me every day. Daddy I will pray for you. Daddy I love you. Daddy call. Mommy loves you daddy...
View this entryBring our girls back
The Minds of Kidnapped Nigerian Girls
Why Mr. Why must you take me from my family?
Why mist you kidnap me from my school?
Why must you want to sell me in the market as a slave?
Why...
View this entryHer skin is a galaxy of oceans,
she can be seen to the
depths of her soul.
Her eyes are a thousand
bursting lights, she walks the
way of truth.
She sings a song, mocking the birds.
A humble song, a...
View this entryWhen did I not receive
the product of the sum
of the gospel?
It must have been the day
I missed the train
crossing into the heavens.
View this entryFirst published in 'The Rialto'.
You don’t belong here,
where the rain stripes the walls
in the beige of disappointment.
I’ve locked up the goodies:
the pills, the rope, the razors –
even the car keys.
Yet you wake me
in the early hours,
begging me to...
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