In view of current headlines...
a reposting of one saying it well, I trust.
I Cry
I cry for lost causes
for dreams never awakening
for two lovers in a loveless marriage
for young lives cut short in the fast lane
and for those who will soon be history
I cry for deformity
for lives in broken body mind and spirit
for children living forever as children
for menial workers without hope
and for the ones who must employ them
I cry for those who love mankind
for mentors never knowing they were
for teachers preachers and guiders
for legions of lifters never thanked
and for one who helped shape my life
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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Love, M
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(