All The Poems Of Our Lives Are

The Truth Of A Poem Is Its Form And Its Content, Its Music And Its Meaning Are The Same.

I Will Try To Be Non-violent One More Day This Morning, Waking The World Away In The Violent Day.

If We Look Long Enough And Hard Enough ... We Will Begin To See The Connections That Bind Us Together, And When We Recognize Those Connections, We Will Begin To Change The World.

We Sit Here, Very Different Each From The Other, Until The Passion Arrives To Give Us Our Equality, To Make Us Part Of The Play, To Make The Play Part Of Us.

Slowly I Would Get To Pen And Paper, Make My Poems For Others Unseen And Unborn. In The Day I Would Be Reminded Of Those Men And Women, Brave, Setting Up Signals Across Vast Distances, Considering A Nameless Way Of Living, Of Almost Unimagined Values.