Temptations blowing in the wind,
offerings from invisible entities...
It's grubby like the mucus on a newborn;
it's elastic like an unblown balloon...
For once -
I no longer loiter sidewalks...
The Days Of Old
In the days of old...
Winged
days...
Beginning of the End
All stood still...
Listen to the screams
of the weak and hungry...
--
through humility...
Racism is alive and well.
Racist have earned their place in hell...
I would rather be deaf and dumb
Than to be caught without a thumb...
Pain has been no stranger
At times my only friend...
Sitting aimlessly near the window panes
Familiar thoughts run across my mind...