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To see a world in a grain of sand And heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand And eternity in an hour. Auguries of Innocence, William Blake What is an eternity in an hour?...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I hope my word speaks to you as true as you do life. I hope they take you through the reaping racks of raw pain and strife. I hope my thoughts travel in tingles down your spine...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Sons and daughters of selfish mothers and fathers. You who know poverty in your cries, Sing lullaby’s filled with heartache in your cords. You who know that the hand that feeds you is the same hand that...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The child lived. It was only a bullet graze to the head. Blood flowed freely but, the child lived. Life in the jungle was never easy and he had future plans to be a leader. The villagers...