My Poetry Has Become The

We Shall Not Always Plant While Others Reap

Lord, Forgive Me If My Need Sometimes Shapes A Human Creed.

Africa? A Book One Thumbs Listlessly, Till Slumber Comes.

Whatever Lives Is Granted Breath But By The Grace And Sufferance Of Death.

The Truth Is... Everything Counts. Everything. Everything We Do And Everything We Say. Everything Helps Or Hurts; Everything Adds To Or Takes Away From Someone Else.