I know my people.
I've seen their suffering and their tears,
Their anger and their fears.
I've seen them work amongst the mills,
In cotton and sugar fields.
Working with bleeding hands,
And refusing to give up then.
While tortured with whips and ropes,
And they still believe in hope.
I know my people.
......
There he is...
On his biz
Unbothered and untethered
After many pernicious pulls and tainty tugs
And so many ghastly grabs and sheisty shrugs
After huge stretches with hopes of breaking
And so much tension, pressure and shaking
Every time!
......
In arid lands, a rose so rare,
You bloomed, a wonder beyond compare.
Your beauty shines, a priceless treasure bright,
A jewel that illuminates my darkest night.
To love you's a fight I'm doomed to lose,
A hopeless quest, my heart forever bruised.
Your heart's a guiding light, shining afar,
In someone else's garden, where love's a shining star.
......
I am most at peace when others would break,
Floating above my body after the fall,
Calm in the car that became our home,
Finding stillness in what should destroy.
They ask who I am-as if I should know,
......
As autumn whispers through the trees
A chill wraps me up in my memories
Muffled cries, shadows cast
Echoes f a close past.
The fallen leaves dance in twirling hues
Filling my heart with bittersweet blues
Each shuffling sound, a haunting call
A reminder of the rise and fall.
......
I know my people.
I've seen their suffering and their tears,
Their anger and their fears.
I've seen them work amongst the mills,
In cotton and sugar fields.
Working with bleeding hands,
And refusing to give up then.
While tortured with whips and ropes,
And they still believe in hope.
I know my people.
......
I am most at peace when others would break,
Floating above my body after the fall,
Calm in the car that became our home,
Finding stillness in what should destroy.
They ask who I am-as if I should know,
......
As autumn whispers through the trees
A chill wraps me up in my memories
Muffled cries, shadows cast
Echoes f a close past.
The fallen leaves dance in twirling hues
Filling my heart with bittersweet blues
Each shuffling sound, a haunting call
A reminder of the rise and fall.
......
There he is...
On his biz
Unbothered and untethered
After many pernicious pulls and tainty tugs
And so many ghastly grabs and sheisty shrugs
After huge stretches with hopes of breaking
And so much tension, pressure and shaking
Every time!
......
I am awake.
My mind, a murmuration of starlings.
Unsettled;
By grief
By love
By the weight of tending to others.
I close my eyes and
see it falling.
The snow,
......