i don’t wanna grow up…

 

do you remember
your laughter as a small child
how the silly things
washed away worlds of sadness
why not laugh again my friend

 

screevers…

 

been around
for
centuries
those
political craftsmen
creating
freedom’s
sidewalk art
chalk illusions
of
human rights
and
democracy
crafted
to trick
the eyes
of
everyman
throughout history
into
seeing
and
believing
that
they were standing
on
the firmament
of
freedom
but
were in fact
standing
on
the completely
flat
and
unchanging
black asphalt
of
ignorance
and
intolerance

 

in answer to pat…

 

it’s a mere ember
beneath despair’s cold ashes
but freedom shall reign
bursting into red-hot flames
igniting liberty’s torch

 

the mirror doesn’t do you justice…

 

child
i ain’t nobody
that
you
haven’t been
what
you find
endearing
is
a mere
reflection
of who you are
or
the destination
you’re
about
to reach
if
you would
but
take
those first steps
for flight

you’d find
others
speaking
of
you
as
you
speak
of me