Papa and Momma don't dance down the lane They don't skip to my lou or any such thing He has a limp from the war says he fell out of bed with a whore, But that ain't the truth Because truth ain't pretty or nice And Momma has been through too much A husband who …
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Folk
I come from mountain Folks Hillbilly trash you might say Who bore winters colder than your stare Built lives on mountain sides In cracks and crevices worked the land Bringing life from stone Whose bodies may have broken But their spirits never died So they got up again And again Three times grandma’s back broke …
Flying Free
They thought your trips and stumbles were the sign, the end was near, and whispered as you walked that the angel of Death had given you a fright. No one saw how the angels held your arm and let you stand, Walking straight and true with dignity and grace. Or how they whisper that everyone …
Day follows Day
Day follows day Night becomes An endless series Of tosses And love untended Still grows Among the weeds and trash Forgotten but not In the heart that held it close Always There Always there.
I am
I am what I am Not wholly innocent And far from guilty No matter what the little bird says Look inside and see me I am there in your heart Always and forever
Out The
Out the window goes the plans not so careful made out of the box goes the lines which impose formality on the educator's hall and in the window comes inspiration learning begins
Sweet Face
Sweet facade, angel face Demon's anger burning deep Ready, waiting willing to erupt, to release fire and pain. So say it one more time just once more tell me, I am too nice.
At the
At the End A beginning round and round the wheel turns Where it stops the only the Universe knows
Each Moment
Never Forgetting But Always Forgiving Forging Forward Each moment a dawn A chance to begin again
Offense
Weakness doesn't offend Chosen weakness does Straight down to the soul killing compassion Millions suffer by their own hand ignoring the Billions who are made to..
Lucinda Rose 