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To be true there are always two For a green hue you need yellow and blue Without darkness there can be no light There must be separa..

Through the tear in his shirt I can feel his hurt a homeless man' mumbles in my voice Stigmatized eyes I avert, knowing we all red blood..

Political correctness a term that makes me squirm It's simply a social way of teaching today manners that were not taught or maybe forgot ..

On the face of time are two hands although different both are right they are left, to mark falling sands Neither tells day from nigh..

In a mine, rails decline To the rock beneath From this hole, they steal the mountain's soul on this grave hangs a wreath To c..

Not to be lost, I pay the cost, pain slain, guilt's stain Numb, dumb, soon to succumb taking a toll, an escaping soul, through a gaping hol..

I walk the shores of a universal sea Time slows in the golden honey mist haze of a summer afternoon adrift on a calm pond of melted peace ..

On a corn husk tick I slept. Rough boards, windows with no glass. Through thirsty sleep, dream's visions crept. Birds fly through..

If I held acid, would I pour it on your skin? The knowledge I have, would burn you within When I lied to hide it, was it a sin? If so,..

Love is a child's expected storybook ending, the smoking romance of an adolescent's first kiss, a blazing fire of sexual desire, ..