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I miss those summer nights, walking our way up to Spanish Harlem, cutting through Central park. The sun setting behind us. The hot-humid a..

They leave without a word, scratching themselves off the list, I get the gist of it, different avenues, different views of the human spe..

It's a new hell when you realize poetry doesn't sell, though its your gift late nights, with an aching wrist, born, two hundred years too l..

Strength is the struggle, a bellow from the abdominals, holding people accountable, fists in the air with a righteous stare, through povert..

Until the day I am no more and fade away, I hope, to not use my words in vain, I write and pray they find their way, to a listening ear, true..

The morning overcast, and daily worries hang like clouds with morning coffee. A dog with loving eyes. My morning companion on the balcony. Wet..

I will sail against the setting sun, on rolling seas, in the treacherous throes I would be, braving creatures of the deep, of fairy tales, yo..

They call a con man leader of the free world, leaving allies in a twirl, in a swirl of confusion, a presidency stained in the colors of collu..

Love doesn't come easy, on the contrary, it takes effort. Some believe it's a crock spending time building blocks, so they prefer to retreat. Re..

I, wonder a lot about where we go, ...you know... after the show, like, do we line up in rows?, if there's an above or below? I have the sa..