A man may build a fire
And like moths we seek the flame...
The New Band...
Not Fond Of Heights
(Poem 1 rhymes/Poem 2 doesn't...
To be here,
To listen...
Preface
Some love the summer, some love the winter...
If the Bard had lived in this age
To witness how his works are read...
In ten years, I hope to know
where my dreams come from...
I throw the first fist,
Get away from my good friend...
My friend gets punched hard,
And does not get right back up...
There are still some slaves,
But not as much as there were...
Not Ok
All black lives matter...
As sunshine rays do come to bless the day
I pray that Midas touch may find your way...