when you look in the mirror,

laid down his instrument,and went home…..and yet his music livesin the hearts of those he moved,in the memories of those hehelped mold by human touch….in the prayers of those whose liveswere changed simply bycoming into contact with him….in the spirit of freedomgiving hope to those he left behind…no tears… he lives!

that are only being and breath,pecan shells, and moss.the tongue of the heart,speaks only the language of silence,and tastes the raw dirtbeneath your fingernails!the stray cat whispered tonight,and infinity undressed.a simple touch, both real and shared

senses raw and yielding,hungry for the night,and the last promise of lightjust before the dawn….with naked hearts pounding strongas waves against the shore….running on belief, an ounce of wonder,and the scent of a woman’s touch!

– dont think it matters!the words are composed ofthe things i’ve done… bothgood and bad.the commas are for my mistakes,-Lord, we’re gonna have a lot of commas!mistakes both of omission,and commission…the periods are for the timesi gave up, quit trying,lost my way…but the body of the letteris filled with hope….hope that sees things asthey are,…

individual rights,standing up for collectiverights, and for equality…are not, are notbelligerent acts!we’re not buying the lie!

we walked in the rain,without so much as a word.it was as if everything that hurts,drained from my soul.and i was left empty,echoing the stillness in moonlight.and i thought if not tomorrow,or even yesterday,then let it be this moment.when beauty whispered in my ear,and the owl winked from the tree.nothingness flooded,taking away my name…allowing me…