Sunday, March 26, 2006

Black Gangster

His life was a poem

A sad, silly poem
Of anger
And violence
Some laughter, some love
Too much fear
And one

That ended abruptly.

1 Comments:

Blogger TomScot said...

Your poems sparkle and send light, understanding, and love to all who read them. Little pieces given, by words from your soul, travel a long way toward heaven.

In sweet poems along the way you drop a little burdens - a little burden here - a little burden there and soon the burden is light and joy abounds.

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