Upon thy coast
My fortress
Protect thyne Inhabitants
Search I will for any Enemies
Understand who my Allies are
Realize when to leave
Panning out, I will not destruct
Allies are Safe
Friends are Allies
Are Allies Friends.
Est. May, 1988
At first I was to send another
This will do
As I think
Hello
Its David
Similar thoughts
Intrigued?
Sister/Brother
What did I mean by that.
It was your sister
Reminded me of mine/
and I'm her Brother
Telephone conversation
Anyway
I was thinking
while riding
in the back seat
of a very dark car.
8/2/87 3:45 AM
Indianapolis
I see way back,
men who are proud,
with decorated chests, standing piously,
and claiming territories proven by dominance.
But Envy?
No!
Gazing into the eyes of the repressed,
I see fear,
Why can't there be Love?
Men can be so proud,
or so they think.
More competition it seems...
I Must Be Better, I Must.
It's a suicide mission,
Enemies are made,
and Brotherhood is Our Only Cure
-- Ddm
I thought my garden would be growing full
but I'm just gathering soil.
--- gathering soil ---
I scrape it from my wandering boots,
gather the dust from the streets,
sieve the filth from the air
--- gather it together ---
Then breath my dreams into it,
lightly whisper my spells upon it,
cleanse it worthy of my garden.
--- and ---
Here it is my life one third gone,
but I'm still gathering soil.
--- gathering soil ---
For the garden I thought
would be strongly growing,
brilliantly flowering by now.
--- ... 2011 ---
At twice twenty five with one third ahead,
the wandering remains,
even as my garden bears fruit,
--- still gathering soil, gathering soil ---
With Tina James for Bart James, Louisville