

Wee FolkOh! What Wee Folk these creature be, Not helping their brothers to see! I have heard tales told Of a distant land of old. Fairies gather their ranks, Leprechans sharpen their shanks. Oh! What Wee Folk these creatures be, Not helping their brothers to see! Creatures through a mystic hate, Their fury cannot wait.Wee Folk
Their hair and blood be the same None will admit from the other he came. Like children they through stones Demanding blood and broken bones. Oh! What Wee folk these creatures be Not helping their brothers to see! They are the same in the Ce


American HeritageI sit here looking at pictures of Ireland- How wonderful!American Heritage
How Lush!
How Green! I'm 1/8 if you want to know.
Ich sehe Deutschland- Ich bin auch ein bischen Deutsch. Halb Deutsch, Vielleicht mehr.
The Eifel Tower is beautiful!- I'm a bit French too, how much I Don't know, like my English blood.
I sit here, before me I see the dancing of my Native Brethren- Frybread Delicious! I'm a bit Indian aswell. Lakota Sioux Cherokee Chickasaw My Hair and Eyes black as coal
Though my flesh be pale.
What am I? &nb


Folks"Well hello there Dorothy! How have ya been?"Folks
" Well my knees been hurtin' me but other than that I'm doin' just fine I guess. I was able to mop the back porch alright. You been gettin' around alright Millie?"
"Yeah, I sppose, I done mopped my back porch on a lick and a promise, but I'm fixin' to sweep my front porch."
"Say Millie by the looks of ya, ya got a bee in your bonnet. That or ya got too many irons in the fire cause you look like you've been through the mill. Ya sure you're alright?"
"Oh it's that old Mrs. Peterson next door, She had the nerve to tell me I shouldn't be dying my hai


ivory, ebony, amber and goldI of ivory flesh have goneivory, ebony, amber and gold
To Europe in search of -
My Race- My People-
And was turned away in laughter.
I of ebony flesh have gone
To Africa in search of-
My Race- My People-
And was turned away in laughter.
I of amber flesh have gone To South America in search of-
My Race- My People-
And was turned away in laughter.
I of golden flesh have gone To Asia in search of-
My Race- My People-
And was turned away in laughter.
I of ivory,ebony, amb


Gay Pride VillanelleLet a man love his own way For the mind's fire shall ever burn bright Lest Death's seal be seared onto dayGay Pride Villanelle
As a diamond creates a rainbow from every sunborn ray Shall every human soul cast an aura to break the night let a man love his own way
In the purest mind, conflict doth dormantly lay For the man's true soul knows what is right Lest Death's seal be seared onto day
A person's being cannot be changed, as they say, Let right be the star shining bright Let a man love his own way
Fate stands more fickle than a storm of May Filtering the w


Walt WhitmanHello there, Walt Whitman. How is life treating us, Walt Whitman? Walt Whitman, are you walking? waking others? riding thunders? writing wonders? laughing idly by at our blessed blunders?Walt Whitman
I can see you, Walt Whitman. I can see you clear as April rain. I can see you with your arms around the hips of at least 18 people as a huggable Hindu god. I can see you with the arms of your mind open wide embracing all existence underneath your filthy hat. I can see you at t
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When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence. ~Ansel Adams
Your Friend Through Art,
Stephen
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"...And those who were seen dancing were thought insane by those who could not hear the music."- Nietszhe
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