Spiritual

Oh my Brothers

Oh my brothers, Do you feel the hatred growin'? Do you hear the children screamin'? Do you hear the men a chantin'

Dreamdoers

We are not playing with clay You can still come make my day Because you are my sweet bay And why I no longer stray Even without fine dining Boy you won't hear me whining Cos our love it ain't dying

Witches Speak in Metaphors

Even when things are not as plentiful Will I speak out yet remain respectful

Rugged Man

Man is more tha what society has molded him into

If Jesus Were Born Today

"Julie," she said, "I'm pregnant." "Pregnant? Mary, Joe's in the army, he's been away for months. How did it happen?" "It's a miracle." "For goodness sake Mary, have an abortion."

Father, Mother, Destiny

For anyone comming to terms with theacceptance of growing up with the absence of a parents love.

In The Middle Of A Crowd

such a paradox I crave to know you discuss, reflect relevant issues, hear your hopes be friendly with someone new new experiences lives shared joys, pains heartaches is this realistic

there were words

dont ask

"the full, new moon"

for three days, the sky has been without...