Pass The Baton Poem. Gun fires blast as chiseled arms and legs begin to rotate getting out and kicking is the key, one mustn't hesitate my leg is all mine to run and for me to consume. It was the first day of my internship, and i was given my first of many research memoranda.
It was the first day of my internship, and i was given my first of many research memoranda. Courtesy of the royal danish library.
When The Students Became Violent, The Policemen Beat Them With Their Batons.
Pass the baton, by what scale will we be measured when all is said and done?
Some May Call Heaven A Myth Or Tall Tale.
I have 18 spoken word poems up on youtube (along with some preproduction demo tracks) and i wrote my first decent, serious adult poem at the end of 1997.
It Refers To The Baton Handoffs.
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A Place For Sharing Published Poetry.
Compass steadied north, map dim lit, will and wit intact, no course too tough to plot.
When The Students Became Violent, The Policemen Beat Them With Their Batons.
Some may call heaven a myth or tall tale.
“For When David Had Served God’s Purpose In His Own Generation, He.
