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Cycle of motionSyncopated rhythmsShe sings in alternating stress beatsI wait for the roundFind myself in an interludeOf my own makingSurprised to find..
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Her hands are the hands of eternityMade from clay and life’s breathUnwittingly lingering, tinglingWhen her eyes first found me, pleasantlyI noti..
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In a moment of desperation I asked God to reveal his artistry in me. My heart was empty yet heavy, my eyes were closed and teeth clenched, doubted my ..
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Ceramic phone grows as stale on my earAs the conversation I wish I weren't havingI will be there at four thirtyIn a pool of memories gathering in the ..
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Pop a cork and knock it offThe monkey’s on the tableA penny earned, a dollar burnedHappy and unstableWhen in doubt we’ll laugh it offAnd t..
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I fear Dr. Martin Luther King was turning in his grave during a meeting in Brunswick County, VA a few weeks ago. Blacks and Whites united, but not in ..
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If I love something too long it turns to rain,Pit pats into the lakes,Then swallowed by the sea.But I'll breathe this one with breath fresh as springI..
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I bloomed upon a hillside,backdropped by marvelous sky-scaped canopies.When Heaven's curtains partedthere stretched mighty stamen,petals opening,dew d..
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A song
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As blessed as sky with golden sunCrystalized by ivory orbThe bounty nigh of harvest's rewardWithholding naught less drought bestowAs ancient law prece..
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