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Not of my accord

Luv you still

On television, and cheap whiskey

To sin, the choice.

This, then still

The mystery of the poetry

Luke's sabor, and the choice

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Uncle Eddie's jewerly box

Waiting on Momma

Twilight Mourning

The Dance, Together and Apart

Naught, this poem

In his room, still ther'by

Words spoken in anger

On poetry, muse and Milton

The ring they share

to rest then mine anger, her sleeping thereby

The first two, and the final five.

On death , or life

On being driven, to Vulgarity ...

The book she gave him

The Choice ...

Together, and Apart

On why God weeps

To preserve our future...

On her Death

To luv...a choice?!

ON Mommas’ Afghan.

On life or is it death.

No more, to mourn

on choosing to rise and not to set.

My Testimony

On an ever expanding Hell...

Read then of faith; That shone above the fagot,

O' hear the cry of the uncleav'd womb

on the dictatorship and absolutism of scientific thought

On Mothers' Eve.

A new take on Pascal's Wager

On Male equality and Female ordination.

on becoming, how our sorrows drive us to the house of prayer

On Living with Autism, and keeping a Covenant.

On the inheritance, Male and Female

On cheap grace.

On Gloria's touch.

On Parenting and Fatherhood.

On The Flavor of Lipstick