I SIT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame; I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done; I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate; I see the wife misused by her husband—I see the treacherous seducer of young women; I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be hid—I see these sights on the earth; I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see martyrs and prisoners; I observe a famine at sea—I observe the sailors casting lots who shall be kill’d, to preserve the lives of the rest; I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like; All these—All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look out upon, See, hear, and am silent.

Im taking a class.

contemporary issues.

I love it.

thought I would share. 

laminate skin-
celluloid hope with no defect sleeps
and candles would seep their velvet delight
no sort of passion goes on through the night

this cliche' compassion
that you release
has held me dear in completion
and silky patterns billow pastel light
no lack of passion goes on through the night

how can i let myself fall asleep?
how can i sleep with the moonlight waves to me?

and crystal shards of tears in your eyes
make no sort of passion go on through the night

no glistening stars in my midnight
no sort of passion goes on through the night

no lack of passion goes on through the night

no sort of passion goes on throught the

night....