"A Poem for She"
Missouri-born mama,
always having a story to tell us children.
You always knew why the caged bird could sing
and why nobody, but nobody, can make it out here alone.
Angelou took the beaten path, a road so foul
and yet, she was still able to come back and say, "hello."
Amongst Heaven's Gates now she's going thru.
~Rest in Peace Maya Angelou~
(April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014)
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Alibi Sworn
“A Preamble” By Alibi Sworn-- I lay here mentally far from rest since my over-active imagination, once again, began to infest. Still, I cannot stay- moving to and fro with wave-like turns from night to day. Ideas upon ideas race to ignite the spark of creativity that will highly burn, but never die down or slow down. I combine my arm to pen, the bridge to my dreams that will visually and verbally manifest like all the rest. Though my mind's eye prevents me from seeing the world completely dreary, again, there is little to no sleep for the weary. ~~ Website: http://nirvana-realm.webs.com/
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