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JUST A LITTLE CHILD

I'm just a little child,
But I have eyes that see
All the violence being done
In the world and on TV.

I'm just a little child,
But I have ears that hear
All the painful words and sounds
That are born in anger and fear.

I'm just a little child,
But I'm filled with emotions
Shaped by things seen and heard,
As numerous as earth's oceans.

Yes, I'm just a little child,
God's precious gift from above.
All I ask from Mom and Dad
Is peace, comfort, security, and love.

Pat Thomas (c) ladydi07@yahoo.com

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SPIRIT JOURNEY

Great Spirit Dancer, oh great hawk in the sky.
Your eyes are upon us, children of this land.

Ancient tradition surrounds me. Ancient wisdom
supports the framework of my existence.

Smoke-filled clouds carry messages from our ancestors
and Rivers continue to flow endlessly to fill our hearts.

The sound of drums bring harmony to our souls as we
dance the dance for the rain to nourish our minds.

I come unto you, oh Great Emancipator, the one who sets
the universe in motion asking for your sacred blessings.
I ask that your honor come onto me, a warrior; a buffalo
soldier.

My journey is filled with the cry of one thousand wolves, 
but you comfort my spirit-soul with the blood of the lamb.

Oh great Mother-Earth, I hear your voice as it echoes in the wind. 
I, the son of the Great Lion, will restore peace to your glory.


Ras Deko Abba Nkosi (c) (David Weeks' brother) 
conqlion@hotmail.com

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BEGINNINGS

Beginnings are coming and I thought of you as a friend.
Whispering love and I knew it was you.  
Secrets brought forth, to know the meanings of your words.  

You don't have to tell me, I see it everyday.  
Your eyes, and how they read my soul.  
I have carried you for many years and now it is our time.  

My friend, I see you.  
My friend, I want you. 

I feel close.
I feel cradle.  
I feel the chemistry that yearned for a flame.  

I am absent of this present nature, which will 
bring us together, again.
I look to the sun.  
I look to the moon.  

As the days pass, I count on being, that only woman for you.  

Phaedra Davis (c) fay@vgernet.net

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missing you

while the gentle april breeze blows
a faint scent of jasmine sparks
fantasies of you and i
my mind craves stimulation,
your words
my body craves stimulation,
your touch
my heart asks the question
when will i see you again?

Craig Gill (c) cgill@us.ibm.com

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MUSE
  
Your words make love to my soul,
a dance of pain and ecstasy.
The electricity you send through my soul
shocks and awakes the senses.
Your voice is an ocean in which
I willingly drown...........
The trail of fiery kisses your words
leave down my spine never smolder.
You unknowingly play my heart
like a cello, strumming forth poetry
from my mind that flows onto paper like rain.
You are my MUSE!!!!

Tasha Tavaras (c) buttaphly200@hotmail.com

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BUSHES
					
            near a forest
             far off ago
        I learned leaves and
        remembered their tree
              clothes

             I held them
         vein upon venation
      flesh against vegetation

      from New England orchards
       to Savannah deadwood's 
       I learned from wealds
            now forgotten

           and as a child
        I etched wax colors
   on canvass made of wind kisses

       rolled, raked and lit
    leaves from under their dewy 
           cloak of Fall
  to the crisp newness of Winter

           and from that
     learning we BOTH branched
              out

           and taught 
           each other
            Spring.

Saleem Abdal-Khaaliq (c) nsa@vgernet.net