Poems from reissen
the pen is mightier than the sword
so i stabbed one in my chest
and let the words bleed out
my tongue is clumsy and heavy
when words matter...
The world is not solely comprised of Black and White;
There's more than hues of Grays?
If you'd dare to look, dare to see,
You'd find...
today he saw an angel traced in chalk
but didn't understand, didn't know--
"momma, what is that?"
"it's nothing, come along"
pull on...
there would be no cages
no traps, no snares
no pitfalls or spider's webs
to ambush and imprison
the songbirds
behind dead, iron bars
...
on the ridges of my mind,
i found that meadows really do become waves
and they ripple as the breeze passes through
without even a breath...