Jacqueline Czel Biography

We watched him drown
out his frustration and fears
in way too many tall, dark beers
and preach to the choir in the bar.
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It was whispered by staff,
he'd been on the wrong
side of an old revolution,
was beaten with the butt
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Ever untouchable she sits in her bramble and thatched hovel
among the broad trees and gnarled roots of knowledge
offering a cup of smoky tea to lost wanderers
on the forest road, something warm
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A child of Spirituals
found in old cotton fields,
through hidden meanings
the freedom trail, I reveal.
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You have to learn
when to walk away
from love.
Know when it's time
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