aboard a paratransit bus just left my doctor expected to go right home we had to pick up a another rider on the way took in scenery
By Tracy Cooper3 years ago in Poets
vanishing scarce disappearing in jails over early exits some did not prevail now a boychild in all likelihood won't survive the hood
I have been by myself been too far gone wanting to be held messed with pretenders caught up in madness wishing sunrise
after four years our hearts catapulted we smiled happy we felt we had won yeah the reign ended but no concession ever came
what looked appealing that seemed so filling offered no healing kept you reeling prevented you from dealing with the current situation at hand
you call what you do doing it in the name of love but selfishly you do not agree with me and us we are three it is much too much
celebration good times jubilation release from bondage truly crimes against humans creation of God enterprise evil
only one good moment can I ever really recall sitting on my fathers lap driving the car when I was five the one sole moment
they had something of their very own it was distinguished perhaps unprecedented and it was theirs outright thriving bustling
The fight for freedom Is it all for not Will it ever be realized Will the pinnacle Ever be reached We must kindly agitate
endless pursuit of a soul utterance requests a bit heartfelt mostly prompted by fear he does not want to lose control
By Tracy Cooper4 years ago in Poets
he is a world away his brain waves are wired different his rants incessant conver sations harken to the past he is firmly placed there