Anxiety grips like a vice, so tight,
A life ruled by fear, fear of all things,
How can I break free from this endless night?
Each breath I take feels like a fight,
A future unknown, the shadow clings,
Anxiety grips like a vice, so tight.
I watch the world, slipping out of sight,
From the sidelines, where nothing springs,
How can I break free from this endless night?
I dream of peace, of unshackled flight,
But each step forward, the darkness stings,
Anxiety grips like a vice, so tight.
Standing With And For Liberty
i’m looking for the face i had before the world was made
I was the primordial flaring forth, the gravitational waves,
the whirling galaxies, and the exploding supernovas that would become stars and planets.
I was the steaming planet Earth, the bacteria awash in the sea, and the early eukaryotes and multicellular animals.
I exploded in the Cambrian explosion, stumbled onto land, walked with dinosaurs,
saw trees and flowers appear, walked upright in Africa, and walked on the moon.
My child, let your life come into the world of darkness
like a spark of light, without flicker and pure,
and thank them in silence. You know, my child,
they are cruel in their greed and envy,
their words are disguised knives thirsting for blood.
But do not be afraid, my child, go and stand in their hearts,
and let your gentle eyes fall on them like the forgiving serenity of the night.
My child, let them see your face and so they know it
meaning of all things, let them love and love one another.
Hear the cry in the summer
feet pounding,hands
clapping,voices shouting,freedom is coming tomorrow.
Blood spills,children squeal,
the police guns aimed to fire,
people fall for no cause,
innocent bodies lay on the
ground, backs torn open,life
ebbing away,freedom is coming tomorrow.
But how many more must die,before
their cry is heard...FREEDOM IS COMING TOMORROW!!!
September is the month of Fall.
There is a wind.
Students go to the mall.
We hope there is no sand.
A wind blows.
Sometimes it is hard.
You have your shoes.
Keep your feet on the ground.
It was a beautiful night for flying
To spread my wings and feel the
'Twas grav'd on the Stone of Destiny,
In letters four, and letters three;
And ne'er did the King of the Gulls go by
But those awful letters scar'd his eye;
For he knew that a Prophet Voice had said
"As long as those words by man were read,
The ancient race of the Gulls should ne'er
One hour of peace or plenty share."
But years and years successive flew
And the letters still more legible grew, --
At top, a T, an H, an E,
And underneath, D. E. B. T.
Some thought them Hebrew, -- such as Jews,
Warm waves of lavish moonlight
The Capitol enfold,
As if a richer noon light
Bathed its white walls with gold.
The great bronze Freedom shining,
Her crest in ether shrining,
Peers eastward as divining
The new day from the old.
Mark the mild planet pouring
Her splendor o'er the ground;
See the white obelisk soaring
To pierce the blue profound.
Beneath the still heavens beaming,
The lighted town lies gleaming,
In guarded slumber dreaming-
A world without a sound.
