Oh my darling,
she made the weight of the world on her shoulders...
Our souls are tired..
No, we don't need more material comforts...
The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...
A change is coming
I can feel it in my soul...
If there was no favor from God
He never sent his only Son...
Juanito died last night.
Shot dead out of spite...
I wandered the beach an hour or two
Like many who came before...
Vain but embarrassed
she snaps a selfie quickly...
I throw in the towel
I wave the white flag...
I work in a school
full and full of women...
Where do all of these people
come from...
Swift the days pass by my window
Watch robins meet the buds of Spring...