I know the pain you feel is deep,
your want from life is simple peace.
And though I cannot guarantee,
please listen closely, as I speak.

Presently you stroll alone,
searching for a hand to hold.
You feel your sorrow in your bones,
in harshest sun, you still feel cold.

Pre - dawn, however, is darkest night
that must be followed by morning light.
I pray you won't give up the fight,
the universe will set things right.

I know at times, it seems unclear
that happiness is always near.
But wholly I believe my dear,
someday soon, you'll find some cheer.

I left my hand print
On a glass door this morning
And thought nothing of it

Just like your mom smoked crack
Like nothing of it
Or your dad walked out
To avoid the fiscal cliff
Of raising you

I left a hand print
Thinking nothing of Jared
The window wiper
Who makes half as much as I do
With twice as much
To lose

My existence to him
Is the effort he takes to hunch
And clean up my disrespect

Jared is seventy two
And has back problems
From "The War"
His wife is dying of cancer
And he stays late
To wipe away
My inconvenience

Jared will never know my name
I will never know Jared's name

Jared will never understand
Why some people
Can't just use the **** handle

I will never understand
How my daily actions effect everyone
Thinking nothing of it

Jared will work late
I will leave hand prints

But someday

I will wear shoes
Similar to Jared's

I see a thousand tears you've cried
Worrying yourself over a guy like me
I want to wipe them away from your eyes
And tell you that everything will be okay with me
There's no need to worry, I'm a big boy
If I happen to choose wrong I'll pay for it
And there's nothing you can do to save me

Plastic tents,
these ******* beeps
and maddening
******* sounds.
Dear Lord,
I want to go home...
but I left my legs
in the desert,
somewhere
near where
the pink-mist
engulfed me.

let us
take
this fire
from
the hands
of
Prometheus
to start
the
evolution of man

what
is jazz
the
expression of
improvisation
experimentation
and
spiritual harmony
thinking outside of the box
the heart and soul of
The Black Man
as free
as the
Southern Wind
jazz is
to know
that
i can
Black Man