Inside
I don't know where to go from here
I took the fight
through sleepless nights
and traced a path to you.
So desperate to believe
that what I gave was all you'd need
It's inside
The 'home-boys' own the corners
and the hookers walk the streets
The people in the ivory towers
control the clouds of greed
I don't know where to go from here
You turned it
all against me
and then you disappeared
When will you ever see
that who you are is all you need
It's inside
There's no power on the corners
Just destruction in the streets
And the ivory towers are crumbling
like dust under your feet
'Cause its all inside
“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
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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