Poems from Preacher
I looked her straight in the eye and asked ,"would you cry if I died today"
She cried the whole night
Said she would not stop if I kept...
I like how your hands spoke to me
Even better was how my smile spoke of you
And how the sounds spoke of us
Beautiful ramblings of those...
" the power of silence ",the black woman trembles as her whispers are drowned in her tears
A handprint on her cheek, fingerprints and all...
I wish the tracks were longer
Or at least in this short journey, would it have hurt for the tracks to meander
Believe me the scenes were...
A cold winter night
Thoughts of life before the pen
When poets were cave dwellers
Rock walls the canvas
The audience....
Well the audience...