Winged
days...
A child running free,
sweet sounds of laughter...
A proud, brave man, Freedom is his name,
on his knees atop the mountain plateau...
No matter where you are- how far you've gone
In the same way, you'll find a mournful dawn...
Promises are just trinkets of deception ,
cleverly crafted with no hidden exceptions...
Though my hips be wide
perhaps they have birthed a genius...
My thoughts
are like bubbles restlessly...
I have been working on this piece for weeks now...
Unpredictable Tomorrow...
In this quiet corner,
I sit and wonder what it would be like...
Dear generation before us:
I wish you would have listened...
When i say, 'I am a Christian'
I'm not shouting 'I am saved...
Barbed wires and chain link fence
Pace the walls in self defense...