Poems from Valencia's Voice
Mixed, muddy future as Mother Earth melts
Dirt becomes dirty by man’s touch
Who will pull the trigger first?
Those looking to protect
or...
Your words are the Holy Scriptures I know by heart
Confirm me with your smile and let me view God’s art
Your hand’s caress surely has power...
I am a philosopher, who hasn't earned Plato's type of recognition
I internalize the world, and develop a greater sense of cognition
An...