My Poetry Has Become The Way Of

The Truth Is... Everything Counts. Everything. Everything We Do And Everything We Say. Everything Helps Or Hurts; Everything Adds To Or Takes Away From Someone Else.

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

Never Love With All Your Heart, It Only Ends In Aching.

We Shall Not Always Plant While Others Reap

Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion Out Of Rods