

Jazz in Mears Park...There is a Jazz festival in Mears Park today, When I came here to sit and think and write.Jazz in Mears Park...
My long-lost friend Cassandra called a little bit ago, And filled me in on her life over the past few years, Within a 45-minute conversation. I miss quiet city parks and long-lost friends so very much, Sporadic phone calls and the stolen moments meandering on a Saturday are just not enough.


Perhaps, If Only...If only I had bid my time, Perhaps then you could have been mine.Perhaps, If Only...
If only I hadnt left you behind, Hadnt written us off so soon, Perhaps your children could have been mine, Perhaps then we could have shared a Cuban Reject every night.


Little victoriesThe creator who had meant for me to be far more, Then a broken boy from the Eastern Shore, Placed you at my side, As someone to forever love, As someone to forever fight for.Little victories
Of all the causes I have given my strength and dedication to, Being the man you deserve, can at times be the hardest thing that Ive had to live up to.
But with every day, There are little victories, Breakthroughs in places where walls once stood, The mending of hurts that you thought would be there for good.
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...And Beauty Shall Rise From Her Grave...
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Out from the night, from the mist, steps the figure. No one really knows his name for sure.
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Gandhi day - 2nd October
Help Palestine be a recognised country on DA
Hero in orange
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I support:
=No-More-Ignorance:
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*Iraqi Deviants:
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*Artists Against War:
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