People who have near death experiences all talk about a peaceful, euphoric , bright light enveloping them. From the moment we are conceived, we are moving towards that light. This is my heels diggin' in, I don't wanna' go, reluctant journey, into the light. Stephen

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Poet's Corner

sharecropper's lament

I hate this machete,  it's heft is my curse.

Flailing at jungle, path out a cruel joke.  

Born in the open, No need for a trail.

But this dark sauna, will swallow me yet.

Bills lie unopened,  demands with no map.

Give unto Ceasar, he ain't got my back.

But I'll swing this steel, razor's edge long gone.

It's all that I know, pay my way somehow.