Honestly, I don't always want to get up in the mornings, but I do anyway.
the anchor man thrown overboard has simply rooted us in history's repeating cycle
The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.
I was always making up rhymes. But I never thought that poetry would become my life.
i am like a survivor of the flood walking through the streets drenched with God surprised that all of the drowned victims are still walking and talking
Some rather seek up high Than dig and grind that inner truth