Today, I am going to town To buy a new pair of shoes My feet are throbbing already from searching through & through. There is no spot, yet to look There is no path left to find My feet are swollen, ready To seek love places new


Powers Of Man

1 In life of vagabondage Mourn for a father is a fable An acceptance of pursuit A whim, to neglect defeat Like a slave's protestant feet, To kick out sorrow to a halt Standing in divergent streets Lugging a yoke in unease 2 My heart is a lock on a cage Somewhere a man wallows … Continue reading Powers Of Man