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A 1000 sharp pains;
A whip to the back,
for being in the way;
and being born black.
What kind of punishment,
is this, he now fears?
It manifests every day.
Why do humans
behave in this way?
He is a man,
the same as you
but the color of skin,
is the only difference.
He loves his music,
just as you do,
so why do you beat him,
For what you asked him to do?

Today's soul,
is here to stay.
Even your EGO,
won't drive it away.

May I impose my thoughts
upon the rising Sun,
as my life, I know,
has gone from me?
"Remain you strong"
are the words I hear.
I see a picture of my bride,
she now has others who help
her fight for the part of life,
her lost memory.

Clench your fist,
grind your teeth.
Be respectful to others,
will avoid your defeat.
Stand your ground.
Don't get in the way
and you will show progress,
perhaps on this day.

Have you ever walked in the rain,
with your clothes all soaked, once again?
The wetness of wool, can keep you warm,
unless it irritates your skin, causing harm.

Into the wild
goes a creature.
You are an exotic,
beautiful, rising star.
Be safe, my friend,
still be who you are,
a loyal human,
destined to go far.

Rubbing of limbs,
branches and twigs.
A rustling noise, of
leaves on the ground.
Not a dry prattle
but a more subdued sound.
Creaking of trunks,
Hemlock, Maple and Fir,
the start of a storm,
shaken needles from
Fir and Pine.
Falling rain, blown
by a strong breeze,
cold to the touch,
noses, ears and chin.
A Winter storm has
graced us again.

Tumbling of water
across rock and soil,
like a tea kettle
beginning to boil.
Carving a course,
willing to prevail,
making a new way,
for a water trail.

The beauty
of words,
they spread
across page,
enlightning life,
knowing how
to read.
The sound
or noise,
when spoken
out loud.
Difference makers,
rich life,
unique words.
Turn words
to music,
we develop
a useful
life, ours
and paint
word pictures,
for hour,
after hour.

When you free wheel your words
like you did, in your verse,
you leave room for failure
and for the adverse
reaction of others like you
who have little talent,
knowing not what to do.

My mind is dry,
it thirsts for words.
I hear a sigh,
Isn't that absurd?
Your mind won't
quench this thirst
but you can try
something else first.
Try fertilizing your brain
with words abstract
and you will miss the train
as that is a matter of fact.

I can't say I loved it
when, this morning
you said to me,
"Who are you,
where do you live?"
This was the first morning
you didn't know what to do.
Did not know anything about
dressing your self.