O' why the fuss my people?
why you give it a life of toil...
Let me embrace your pains
you, my brothers and sisters...
* I am in no way downplaying those who have died...
These streets once filled...
If you can't do what you do,
You must do what you can...
You know I think I prefer
The Earth as a child...
We are locked in our lighthouses,
and the chasms of ocean...
Inner pain
Bleeding wounds and scars...
Here you are, with your mind at peace
Figuring out what you're ought to be...
Sonnet 19
Across the sacred heath I step and walk...
Out of body
I see myself float...
You who seem to be born with a pen in your hand,
who hold it as second nature integral to yourself...
Although the sky
had rejected her...