i walked swiftly as the rain fell,
and softly i heard my name.
i turned to see you standing there.
but I left you just the same.

you claim to love the falling rain
cleansing your beaten spirit.
the pain in your tears call to me
yet i can not go near it.

the darkness muffles hurried steps
i can bear my sin no more.
the rain chases a regretful man.
for a tender heart is torn.

i hear the screams build in your eyes.
i run with all my might.
because when you open your mouth,
thunder comes the night.
thunder comes the night.
thunder comes the night.

Listen

Voices with no bodies

Power with no force

Work with no time

Do this

Do that

(Maybe)

I am done listening

the lessons that
i teach to you
preach to you
(how i would long to
reach to you)
you must be strong
and stand tall
you dare not fall
give it your all
for there are those
that wish you harm
succumb not to charm
sound your alarm
danger is all around
it lurks in every corner
at every turn
(for you do i yearn)
listen and learn
for the weak feed on
your power
stand and watch them cower
stand and raise your tower
fend off barbarians from your gate
sweetness, before it's to late
the lessons that
i teach to you
preach to you
will be learned
wisdom to be earned
when it is me that
your spurn

i met her so to get her
to live her and to love her
my stars her and my sun her
with my charm i have won her

to breathe her and to seeth her
i chain her and i whip her
i mind her and i blind her
with leather i will bind her.

i use her and abuse her
i sleep her and i peep her
i watch her and i weep her
for i know i can't keep her.

i scream her and i dream her
to touch her is too much her
i fill her and i till her
for her death will i part her.

Looking out of the window on floor 3 of 5,
Watching little ants in their little cars.
Watching little ants with little smiles,
And little laughs and little victories.
Please, when it comes, make mine peaceful.

Sitting in the back, in a cubicle unnamed,
Not thinking about my work almost complete,
And the reaper standing at the time clock.
The reaper standing with my final paycheck.
Please, before it comes, let me call my mom.

Waiting, crossing "t's" and dotting "i's".
So much more that I could have done,
Have said, Have written, but it always
Comes down to the final page,
To the final sentence.
But, please, before it ends
Let me have the last word.

The wall must come down.
I am going to town to free James Brown,
But I will be back and that's a fact.

Mark did you fight at Jericho?
I was there. I was the wall
I swear. With the fingers
For you to look through.
What did you do? Did you spy?
With yon eye? What did you see?
Did she hold me tight?
All through the night?

My mind was elsewhere,
My mind was broken. Am I the token?
And you Mr. Boyd, tell Mr. Floyd
And those **** kids
To leave me alone. Throw me a bone.
The wall must come down.

i have a dream
you are lovely truly
dancing, laughing, shining mine
i am dreaming happy
you and me for all of time

i have a dream
we look to our future
children running, jumping, sharing
hearts beating together
giving, taking, loving, caring

i have a dream
i am your love and
you are my life