Sojourner's Cerebrations

just another sojourner... these feet are not my own, these hands are merely just on loan, they were made to be used and make love known, a fruit of a seed once long ago sown... and though the sojourner carries on as the wind is blown, she knows that she's never ever ever alone.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

feeling a poetic twinge...

where is my center
where is my core
where do I run to
whom do I implore

i ask not for riches
i desire no fame
I want only to be
tied to one name

people surrounding
expecting to get
an easy way at it
the corners upset

can't you just follow
let it slide on by
no one will notice
who's going't mind...

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