I know a Girl

I know a Girl
Written by Donovan L. Green,
10/22/2008 3:18 AM 5/17/2018 12:47 AM (Revised)

I know a girl whose hair is silk untoiled I know her hair smooth like milk unspoiled I know milk with the taste of honey swirled I know a girl whose eyes are the sun shine I know her eyes like the girl sweet and fine I know sweet and fine like the girl in time I know a girl whose smile is a rose unfurled I know a rose whose smile is a girl uncurled I know a smile that is like a girl unfoiled I know a girl whose heart is torn by thorns I know a thorn whose torn by scorn I know scorn like the girl that has sworn I know a girl whose soul is unearthed I know an earth like her soul ungirthed I know a soul like the girl unbirthed I know a girl whose flower is bloomed I know a flower that lifts my spirit from gloom I know a spirit like a girl with a plume I know a girl whose mood is color blue I know the color blue but she hasn’t a clue I know a clue that the girl is not true I know a girl but she doesn’t know me I know she doesn’t know me she can’t see I know I can’t see why she doesn’t see me I know she never was, has been, nor will be I know what has been that I’ll never be I know I’ll never see the girl close to me I know a girl whose hair is silk untoiled I know a girl whose eyes are the sun shine I know a girl whose smile is a rose unfurled I know a girl whose heart is torn by thorns I know a girl whose soul is unearthed I know a girl whose flower is bloomed I know a girl but she doesn’t know me I know she never was, has been, nor ever will be

Through the Darkness

Through the Darkness
Written by Donovan L. Green,
10/22/2008 2:03 AM

 
Through the darkness of my heart I can hear the beat of nature.
Through the beat of nature I can hear the beat of my heart.
Through the sorrow of my mind I can see the joy of nature.
And through the joy of nature I can see the light of my mind.
And through the confusion of my spirit I can see the understanding of nature.
Through my bitter taste I can taste the winds of nature.
Through the flavor of the winds I can taste the freedom of my soul.
Through the understanding of nature my spirit is revived.
And through the feeling of hatred I can feel the warmth of the sun.
Through the warmth of the sun I can feel the thawing of love.
Through the thawing of love I experience the warmth life.
And through the warmth of life my heart is lighted.

I Thought About Writing a Book

I Thought About Writing a Book
Written by Donovan L. Green,
10/12/2008 10:59 PM

I thot I would rite a book. I’ve been wantin ta rite a book fer a while, but I didn’t no what ta rite about. I’ve seen books about everything out there.

I’ve red books by perfessionals. I’ve red books by people who didn’t no what they waz talkin about. I’ve red good books by ignorant people. I’ve red bad books by smart people. I’ve red almost unreadable books by really smart people. And thru it all, I’ve wondered, why couldn’t I rite a book.

I thot about ritten a how-to book. A how-to book about how-to grow a garden. I thot too, about ritten a how-to book about how to build things with wood. I thot about ritten a how-to book on how to rite a book.

I thot about rittin a book about my filosofy on life. I thot about rittin a book about my naledge. I thot about rittin a book uv my very own recipes, which ya won’t fine anywhere on the internet. I thot about rittin my opinion about those skany hoes on late nite television tellin me I need a drug to make me appealin to them.

I thot about ritten a book about how our world was gonna end because people didn’t have any morals anymore. I thot about ritten a book about greed and corruption and how all the leaders go that way.

I thot about speekin my mind about advertizen, about mass media, about the propaganda that rules our world. I thot about makin the political comments that so, so many have made, but then I would be juz like everyone else.