There she was. Beautiful. She glowed just like the sun. Yet had a cloud around her...
While I was at the altar on my knees, I prayed to the Lord to come and answer my...
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Could you honestly tell me what it is you know About the constant struggle of being a negro ...
Premature Premonitions Archaic visions start to creep in Thought stays seated ...
To be a poet is the end goal you achieved it. what did I achieve? you reincarnated Jesus,...
Blank page blank page, so much possibility, fragile instability, but can hold as many words as I can fit,...
Divinity’s Body Her body is formed of elegance and passion Her words dance with adolescent...
Like water, I flow through conscious floors Minds obscured totality torn Higher-Conscious...
I sit back, relax and glance in the mirror My reflection ducts, the seamless transition stays clear...
I’m an addictive substance, not a creator of bone blueprints. Nor do I form the metaphorical-...
Philosophers think while poets feel. Both explorers of what’s been ignored; the call of new...
Abstain all aristocratic allegiance. Affront affluent aspirations. Align anterior attitudes....
Gossip is just a whole bunch Of spreading of untrue dirt Why not use your voice for ...
Sit, stand, kneel or fly, make your decision, I'm heading to the sky. This world is too small, for minds...
You hear the song on the radio, it tells you which way to go. But do you have any idea? Any...