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Poem #11


One City Story


Teardrops of old fall from the desperate
They freeze before they hit the sidewalk
Shattering with the force of love and hate
But the snow still falls

My only warmth is neon advertisements and the cigarette in my lips
Your memory chills my heart
Your cold shoulder still on my mind
But the snow still falls

This city sways and shivers in the cold winds of winter
Life is seen off the streets in coffee shops and delicatessens
Faith is seen in those who choose to jump with angels present
But the snow still falls

Shadows are cast on the backdrop of city lights
Failures are flown as flags for all to see
We break as the sun washes the city clean
But the snow still falls
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Poem #10


Haiti


Walking backwards out of this disaster
The streets
Filled with heavy hearts and broken plaster
Tenements fall and crumble
Toward the future
Our lives tripping, now stumble
Uncertain times lay ahead
No rest for the weary
They cannot blur the faces of the dead
Families split and spirits low
Band together,
The dim light of labor and salvation begins to grow
Shadows are where doubt creeps and grief will lurk
They crack a whip
Of depression across the back of hard work
We fight destruction and notice, that the stars are glowing brighter
("Men anpil chay pa lou")
"Many Hands make the load lighter"
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Poem #9


Cowboys and Indians


Your words cut like arrows through my canvas heart
I can not understand the smoke signals you send up
Your work is simple, your ways are spiritual
Our worlds are apart

You brand me with your name and I have no choice
I can not walk this trail without soaking it with tears
Your heart is tough like leather, your laws are rebellious
Our worlds are apart

We can not meet on the plains the stars are witnesses
We can not meet on the mountain top the cold will brush us off
We can not meet in the lake the waves will not permit us to speak our forbidden words
We must meet in the Valley and make our last stand.
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Poem #8


Cast a Glow


As the fire of us dies
The ashes fall on your eyes resembling
Snowflakes of past mistakes
My hurt
My sorrow
My misery

As the cinders slowly fade
Colors of white to red to black
The smoke of your memory stings
My eyes
My mind
My heart

As I am turned into smoldering embers
Burnt, scorched and forgotten
A new life begins from the remains
My purpose
My hope
My resolve