Poetry 

                   I   STAND I stand outside  In the cold In the snow In the ice In the sleet In the rain You may ask why I do this Why I stand outside these doors  These doors  That hold my excitement  I stand alongside others Who wait…

Poetry

    THE STRAIND OF MY BEAUTY  I have gelled, fried, straighten, cut But my straind gives not So I give in not knowing  What is to become of my straind  My strained that will not be tame Nor controlled  To that which I want I have fought with Cried over  And hated what God…

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                     Secret Of Ones Desire As I sit upon this bench I watch him take to the ice His stick in hand His lips purple from cold I am taken by his appeal As he shortens his distance  I can see his breath but can not…

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                      THE STRAND OF MY BEAUTY I have gelled, fried, straighten & cut But my strand gives not So I give in not knowing  What is to become of my strands My strand that will not be tamed Nor controlled to that which I want…