The days are hot and the nights cold and Heaven is a long way away. I’ve seen the shackled masses. I’ve peered into the forlorn eyes of government projects, And through shattered glass seen shattered dreams deferred. Dreams can’t run syrupy sweet if the streets are full of gunfire, and I’ve seen churches perforated — … Continue reading South-Side

Muse Let me roll down like water Cascading on barren minds Deserts of post-modern apathy Let my words wind Hugging the rolling tapestry Of the thirsty rustic hills filled with sterile farms Bread basket villages devoid of life Salt sowed lands lapping my eloquence Being cleansed by my mind traveling in liquid form Like a … Continue reading Fermentation of Truth