MLK Day

Dr. Martin Luther King

Say

Home gave me
I feel another strain.
Dressing is good.

The Dream changes time:
I Listen to life feel safe.

Say

The hurt is :
Change makes feelings good.
His hope lifted us up.

Stirring to life,
The Goddess has presence
And I’m home.


I tell people I am
Fine. Jobs are somewhere,
Love is the way.

Say

A man who gave life
A man who loved friendship
A man who takes our feelings
And enlarges them.

Say





A martyr from Georgia:
I hear his name find
Wars, growth, pride.

He Dreamt; and
I dream: of sex
And peace.

His Struggle made us fear;
I listen to myself,
and I like it.

I have no dime.
Whom I like
Likes home.

The feeling was
of person putting off
My mother.

A Sari, A train, A woman
Try crying to
Build your dome.

A Goddess is living.

A client to myself,
People need love.

I feel like a woman
Who loses life
To home.

My friends, try
Knowing that
The lovers of my life
Have been a harsh
Job, and I liked it.

Change and find home.
Phoneies are nosy.
A loving girl is Julia’s
Mistress.

I loved my mother
For her blessed destiny.

People are Goddess.

Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King
Leaves weary and a warrior.

I am a vulnerable
Man.
And a mothering
Boy.

Listen.

Go.

(Feel, Be, Love)

Home:
A dusty vice,
Home.

A dusty traitor is me.

William is funny.

Pass
Laugh
Be

Life

Same

Sexy Dixie

Kind her
Says her

People lose

Vultures pee
Taming her

Jamie cried
I ride.




A moose too cruel

Moosecres glamorous
Crimes mistress



Moon lose to shore
Grammatical consonants worry that
Panic is home and life is a hat

Keen leased to homo feel
Crazy is feeling rascals are
Sailing to an island with an open bar.








HOLY TRUTh

Cay traits are feelings that write
Jamie continued a woman’s fight

A lice tarred with taming a friend
Arouses in me a flying pie yen

Moose to Goddess:

Carry me on:
There is life
(I know it)
Lost a con

Laramie free

War changes time
Darkness is kind.




Collapse

A needle stays out
A man is no lout

Priests can love
A cradle can move

Stare as charged;
Or charge it no more.






Running to Love

Measure this shout --
Let’s live this out!

This woman’s home is
Living for rhyme.



Gift your friend with happiness now
(I’m feeling a face that wooed a Lao)

A home at a juncture is losing control
Seminal atlas charged with a prole

Antsy to me is tripping on foal

Wise you are to finish what else
You’re not writing a poem that --
(Nesting is Chels)



Jamie’s home is life knowing love
Pencils are constants; paying to rove