Further Thoughts On Barak Obama

"American racism is a relic of the past." - Barak Obama, campaign statement

UNMASKING THE SEASON poem

The chill of winter is upon us raging and undulating in its fierceness

A SETTLER'S TRAIL poem

An old wagon trail overcame pasture’s ridge wheel ruts dug deeply in the mud of ancient days

MUMBLES AND STUMBLES ALONG poem

he’s in no rush, neither is he shy about his unwashed state nor unshaven face, yet hungry enough to snitch something else

One Step To The Left And One To The Right

It takes two to tango, be sure your secrets be found out.You never know who what is behind a mask?

the darkness

The street lamp flickers in the street outside, tears stream down the window panes, my nose pressed against cold glass. I stare at the moon and it stares back at me,

Between Two Bridges

Nothing survives forever

Autumn

The smell of autumn in The air as the world begins To curl and die; red and gold Give way to brown and sleep And ragged wind, final gasps Of summer fighting for a final

plain jane

A daisy in an iris field Cute, but not so worldly As the rest, overlooked by Beauty addicts that think Plain is ugly, plain is sad, Daisies are not worthy Of the sun, but face

Freedom

good times are good... =D

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