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the winter Sun is birthed
between the knees of the hills
crying and smitten by the morning star

alone, it makes its cold way
through grey skies
an albatross of tarnished silver
bland and unimpressed by the
roiling cloud cover

it will peek its way out at times

traversing the frigid sea of sky
it finally drowns with a whimper in the
maw of the mountains

to be reborn... made glorious summer...
in the Antipodes


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/5/2015

Some changes hurts others.
Even if it's to benefit you.
Some will drag you down.
Spread rumors all around town.

If you changed your life around for the glory of you.
And others hates your views and perspectives.
Just say , "I'm following Jesus".

Maybe, you were a drug dealer.
Maybe, you was a woman selling her body.
Maybe, you was various things in society that led you wrongly.

But once, you wise up and accepted your past to change.
Let none you know formerly in your past stop you from saying...
I'm following Jesus.

His life, his path serves a purpose.
His death served a reason.

It leaves a everlasting effect upon you.

My skin is black.
Probably blacker than
The hole in my soul.
My hair is natural,
And resistant.
Like young black men
Being arrested by white cops.
My favorite color is black,
Probably because no one hardly
ever likes it.
My skin is black,
And I can't change that.

Copyright Louis Brown

There is a past age
That no one can alter
And tomorrow will be
What tomorrow will be

But here in the middle
Is one precious moment
A quicksilver instant
That challenges me