sweet summer
came to an end
sun came up
yet once again
there in the morn
was a boat that came on to the shore
and the edge of night turned gold from black
and all those old feelings came slipping back
I knew it was you
and I knew that my dreams had come true
and I could feel my heart beat again
and suddenly I could remember when
we were more than friends
and time tripped
and it went
went slipping back
back to when
we were on the right track
slipping back
that was that
slipping back
my memory
is oh so important to me
without it I just cannot see
the meaning of life
because when I'm alone
my soul is as cold as a stone
and I feel the winter in my bones
and nothing is right
slipping back
my memory
slipping back
a friend to me
slipping back
to the happy place
slipping back
no use waiting
slipping back
anticipating
slipping back
to a state of grace
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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