through the swarming roar,
hands moving like waves,
hypnotic in the face of danger!
taking the goodness,
with thankful eyes seeing;
from that which stings and clings….
presenting to the world as a gift.
walking like water….
…seeking the shore!

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i just never stop praying….
every thought, every action,
every desire, every mistake,
every footstep taken…
whether forward or backward,
a human prayer,
……….conscious,
…………..or unconscious,
to the God of both light and shadow!

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by the different terms
we use to describe people
who love someone
of their own gender….
whether it be ‘gay people’,
‘lesbians’, ‘homosexuals’…
or whatever!
why dont we just
call them people!
and treat them as such!
problem solved!

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danger electric, intoxicating,
walking on the edge,
flapping your arms
…as if you could fly!
the first kiss, the first warm bodied
lover naked in your arms,
the first taste of flesh….
the first whisper of secrets exchanged,
the first tear of parting.
the first battle fought, the first time
knocked down, struggling to your feet,
the first taste of blood,
the first questions why,
the first resolve to endure!
the first bareback ride,
the first motorcycle too fast,
the first spinning out of control….
the first laugh to hide your fear,
the first brush with mortality!
oh, that first taste of wildness,
that never leaves your mouth!
(inspired by a poem written by Shadow Girl)

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your knives, your flags.
get out of your tanks,
your planes, get off
of your carriers.
stop the bombs,
the rhetoric, the patriotic march….
unball your fists, open your hands.
proclaim this a new day….
the first day of forever…
when humanity decided
to become human again!

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gnarled hands,
missing fingers,
backs bent with time….
standing in front of
an abandoned service station,
down by the tracks
where the train dont run….
talking about the years,
talking about the work….
or not talking at all.
postcards from a time
when living was real!

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begins with
a hammer and a saw,
16 penny nails,
the sun at your back,
and a willing tree!
wiping the dirt
and the fear from
a small child’s face,
with bare hands,
calloused and rough,
tender as the petals
of the long rose opening
in front of an empty house….
picking up the stray dog
hit by a passing car,
going too fast to stop,
or to care….
load him in your truck,
and off to the vet….
who trades you his time
for a bushel of beans,
and help building his porch….
real poetry written
on outhouse walls!

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of fighting tooth and nail
just trying to survive.
of standing up
and getting knocked down,
again and again….
of feeding one of the hungry
and turning to an empty pot.
of doing the right thing,
and being accused of the wrong.
of staying true to convictions,
and losing it all….
of helping someone up,
finding i dont have enough hands.
of taking the time to care,
finding it’s not enough…..
giving all that i’ve got,
and it’s still not enough…..
of sleeping alone,
or not sleeping at all;
something’s gonna change…..
soon!

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in the slow pot…
morning hangs,
duct tape lives
in the balance….
eyes wide open,
looking both ways…
grab a smoke,
and a shovel….
join in!
wiping last night’s love
from the corner of the eyes,
or maybe just memory,
and an empty chair….
long autumn day
on the path to deliverence….
rice and beans,
in a duct tape world!

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that he’d been walking forever…
the night was brisk and cool….
a half moon, and a few stars.
every step he took he let go
of something else….
all the things he’d thought he needed….
all the things that got in the way!
pride, hurt, anger, need, and
all the images he had of what should be…..
he walked up to the door, and knocked….
she opened the door just a crack…
‘what do you want? ‘
‘i just want to hold you,
to feel you close…
to smell your smell,
to taste your taste….
to listen to you breathe
in the darkness…
to hold you while you sleep….
that’s all i want,
and the world can go to hell! ‘
she opened the door,
…and let him in!

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pitch it where it’s dark.
dumpster diving for your food,
thrown out by the rich and rude,
who have artificial hearts.
doing day work, dont shirk,
sell your soul for nickels and dimes.
gotta be Goodwill or cheap thrills,
hopped up on stolen pills,
gonna end up doing time….
the horns blow, patriots rise.
somewhere another innocent dies.
stars and stripes in the land of lies….
freedom bows her head and cries!

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sweat…
…dripping
……from
……..the
…. ……forehead
of the old man cutting wood
for the single mother of three….
tears
…falling
….from< br>……the
…….eyes
of the young woman holding
the orphaned child close….
the sky lit up with ‘enemy fire’….
the open hand
that
…does
…..not
…… .ask
………questions!

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fall
..like
….rain
on
..a
….tin
……roof
too often lost in the shuffle.
an open heart
receives
…and
…..turns
…….the
………bowl
………..over
spilling kindness onto
…the face of need!

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in a God that you’re afraid of?
that judges harshly, prefers
one group of people over another?
that you have to pretend for?
that you have to deny your humanity for?
that you have to hide from?
tell me why!
my God smells like rain,
thunders, with flashes of lightning.
whispers like the wind
blowing through the leaves.
runs like the river over the cliff.
caws with the crows, howls with the wolves,
mates with the deer, falls like darkness
on the tired and weary…
wipes dirt and excrement from the body
of the malnutrated child….
takes the gun from the hand
of the man bent with rage….
holds the broken and dying
in arms always open…
gives a hand to the fallen,
loves beyond reason,
without condition, without stop!

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with ancient cathedral voices,
but only to those who listen!
babies speak…
with first cry at light,
only mothers’ ears hear!
bombs speak…
but never of freedom,
oppression’s lies, loud and brash!
hunger speaks…
distinct human faces,
lost to the indifferent roar!
lonliness speaks…
lost in self losing color,
black and white emptiness!
God speaks…
but no one listens;
lost in those clouds,
slowly drifting away!

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that i cannot write,
the raw and simple beauty
my words cannot define….
the fire too hot, too close,
singeing the corners
of my heart.
the pulsing of life itself,
that began before,
and will last beyond….
you are the touch of life,
that i follow madly,
pen and brush in hand!

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you dont have to bring anything,
to do anything, to be anything….
other than who you are…
dont worry about where we’re going,
or when we’re going to return…
just grab a coat, and come on!
it’s good to be alive!
we can talk about everything,
anything, ot nothing at all!
just walking side by side,
breathing the very breath of life!
let’s go walking!
i’m waiting just outside
….your door!

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fallen multicolored leaves,
turning, crumbling, dissolving…
rainbows of flesh,
returning to the source,
feeding new beginnings!
joy!
breathing, touching,
listening with the heart!
the chance and the gift,
another day, another moment!
joy!
someone to talk to,
someone who cares!
who sees you just like you are,
and still loves you!
joy!
the prayers of bare limbs,
reaching out and upward,
with gratitude for what has been,
and the promise of what comes!
joy!
deep, unfathomable, unchained,
and electric pulsing….
joy!

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rolling over handprints,
cobwebs, and smoke stains….
over splashes of color,
over peels of time.
painting over the sounds
of voices whispering, laughing….
painting over tears hidden
from the world, from each other.
painting over running, and working,
working all day and half the night.
painting over children, and dreams,
folded like old clothes, and put away.
painting over notes from God,
that were often barely noticed…
painting over the nail that held
up the clock, hands moving slowly,
turning the seasons of living….
painting over the final words,
the last breath held in the hands,
of lives written in the grain….
the testimony of each feeling….
painting the walls,
and brushing the corners,
as if we never lived!

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all too easy to overlook.
moments of laughter shared,
soft conversations about nothing,
that were about everything!
meals cooked together and shared,
long walks on autumn evenings….
watching old movies and in the hero
finding the same path, the same journey,
the same mistakes, the same triumphs.
cutting wood and building a fire;
making love, and the moments after shared.
harsh words, and then forgiveness,
as easy as turning the page….
this book we’ve written together,
another chapter, another day!

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sheds the skin,
comes out of the shell….
leaves the firelit cave,
for the darkness,
and shadows’ whisper
among the trees….
takes the kiss of wind
over the door well latched….
jumps from the ledge
never knowing how deep
or how cold the water below!
walks the forbidden mile,
fights the battle already lost,
with the conviction of desire….
brushes the nipple with fingers
piano key walking…..
almost kissing with fingertips
well worn and sure….
blows on the rain wet ember
believing in fire….
brushes the hair from your face,
watching, as you sleep!

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of all the things
that stand between
me and myself!
of all the fears
that stand between
me and you!
of the weight of all
that i have done,
replace it with the freedom
of all that i’ve given….
take away the wants
that have impeded my desire…
give me back the purity
that doesnt have to be defined….
allow me questions
that need not be answered….
allow me to walk
following my own footsteps….
strip me bare…
so i can find my way home!

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mankind’s fear
lashing out at
the heart of mankind….
small minded thoughts
governing universal infinity….
the failure to feed
a hungry man’s hunger,
bringing about the need
to kill him!
the blindness that keeps
us from seeing ourselves
in each other…..
the arrogant greed of the few,
the inhumane answer….
war…..
never brings the intended result….
war…..
the profit machine,
trading lives for control!
war!
the wrong choice,
failure, and loss!
war!

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my feet are red….
my eyes are green,
my hair turned grey.
my soul is Asian,
my spirit Native American….
my hard working dedication,
……..Hispanic…..
my people come from Ireland,
and some from Africa….
anywhere where the persecuted,
…. cut and fled!
working in the fields,
the factories, and even the mines….
cutting wood, milking cows,
working for the man.
i am human!
and i’m damn tired
of being used!

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standing in line…
waiting for a bowl of food,
a blanket, a kind word…
people…
standing in line….
credit cards ready,
faces twisted with hatred, , , ,
which line are you in?

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with hammers ablaze,
the wall that stood between
today and tomorrow….
crumbling down to dust,
hatreds and prejudices,
greed and apathy,
pride and ego…..
the wall that divided
humanity from the human,
the hungry from a meal,
the slave from his freedom….
the homeless from shelter,
the sick from the cure…
the child from his family,
and hope from despair….
tearing down the wall,
with hammers ablaze….
eyes set on the goal!

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glaring white in the morning sun…
with open graves before them,
and the smell of fresh turned earth.
cars speed by going nowhere;
people walking, as if lost….
the phone rings, no one answers,
the book, unread, stares from the shelf.
trees almost bare softly whisper,
dollar bills blown by the wind…
the old man sits by the station,
counting by number,
and not by name….
rows and rows of tombstones,
waiting for gifts unwrapped
by time!

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gotta eat, sleep, need somewhere
to stay, need a job…
just want to be treated like people,
equal in every way….
and my Hispanic neighbors,
hard working, working together,
(we could learn from that!)
taking care of families…
human beings with human needs,
just like us….
Asians, Native Americans…
all just the same….
all of us just people….
want to be treated that way!
folks are just folks!

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too long too often
held down, beat down,
treated like second class,
no class, throw aways…
no voice, no choice,
emotional garbage….
mankind should bow
it’s head in shame….
beauty, intelligence,
heart reasoning….
human beings with will,
equal in every way,
human beings with rights….
man! forget not
from where you came!

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his hand was shaking…
i looked into his eyes
as he reached for the till.
i could see the faces of
his woman, and his children….
could feel the hungry murmur
of their waiting in the darkness.
could smell his fear,
maybe even my own….
could hear the siren
of the coming blue…
cold desperation….
the hands on the clock,
stopped!

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from the housing projects,
and the trailer parks…
month to month,
till the checks run out…
food stamp cards,
small items stolen and pawned,
trading pills, or meth for
day to day…
the walking poor,
a multi-colored sea,
lapping at the shore of prosperity
like a bastard dog….
salvation army dressed,
often mission fed,
preyed on by the holy
bent on their salvation!
unemployment lines,
struggling for GED’s….
going to school just long enough,
to use the grants to survive!
joined by the elderly,
foreclosed, and beaten.
in chairs, on canes….
not enough for their med’s,
not enough money to eat…
and now the factory ghosts,
their lives sold out;
their calloused hands idle,
dangerous with anger….
walking the streets,
staring in the windows
still open…..
with bricks in their minds,
small caliber handguns in their thoughts…
the walking poor….
beating a path
…to the capital!

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you dont care cause you dont feel.
blackened faces, disappear without traces,
while you take what you can steal.
fallen dictators, well armed haters,
you propped up and took down.
call it democracy, i call it hypocrisy!
you’ve lost what cant be found!
why’s the truth so hard to find?
feels like the blind leading the blind.
just give us shelter, and peace of mind,
give us tomorrow, redeem the time!

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standing on the edge.
cant feed family, drug war society,
push you off the ledge.
Jesus in an SUV, religion without dignity,
while the hungry fall like sheep.
the working poor, just class whores,
bodies piled in a heap!
why’s the truth so hard to find?
feels like the blind leading the blind.
just give us shelter and peace of mind….
give us today, redeem the time!

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the many stand up to the few.
equal compensation, strong dedication,
demanding what they’re due!
human rights, the depths and heights,
hunger drives the soul to battle..
tired of chains, working for change,
putting faces on the cattle!
the first day of forever begins now.
tear it down, it doesnt matter how.
tired of lying lips and sacred cows….
the mind only buys what the heart allows!

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people too scared to pray.
bodies burning, the earth stops turning,
cant go, but you cant stay!
terror threats, oil war debts,
children born into slavery.
political balm, the last chill calm,
the turning point of history!
the first day of forever begins now.
tear it down, it doesnt matter how.
tired of lying lips and sacred cows….
the mind only buys what the heart allows!

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even the violent pray for peace.
broken plans, empty hands,
burning flags and stormy seas….
wont buy the lie, it’s live or die,
waiting for the clock to strike.
drunk with loss, done paid the cost,
too many fingers in the dike.
the first day of forever begins now.
tear it down, it doesnt matter how!
tired of lying lips and sacred cows….
the mind only buys what the heart allows!

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know that it’s falling?
does the green leaf know
that autumn comes?
does the unborn child
know his mother’s face?
does the murderer know
his victim is himself?
does the cloud know
that the rain is needed?
does the day know
it was born at night?
does the peacemaker know
that the bullets are his?
does the liar know
that the truth has won?
does the lover know
tis only a moment?
does the moment know
that it holds eternity?
and do the hungry, sick,
and the homeless know…..
do they really know
that they are human?

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expose themselves to the outrage,
and the ugly edge of indifference…
without a thought
for their own well being,
risk it all to bring about change.
not bound by the morality
of the fearful self-indulgent,
they open the wound
of their own failures and mistakes….
and so find the strength
to become fully human….
and so renew the bond
between man and man!

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the act of opening,
like a rosebud,
like a mother,
opening the door…
like a child
opening a present,
like a woman
opening to a man….
opening…
all the hidden chambers,
every door to every
secret kingdom of the soul…..
opening the box that holds
your secret thoughts, desires….
opening…
the door of the cage,
letting the winged breath fly….
opening….
your heart to itself,
and to all hearts beating….
opening….
the vault of conceptions,
the entrance to the tomb
of past lives and memories….
opening…
your hands to the world
as if it were your neighbor,
and you, it’s home!

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…or get dragged! ‘
negative emotions,
….self oriented wants,
……any and all prejudices,
jealousy,
…anger based in ignorance,
…….ignorance itself,
false pride,
…false morality,
…..false judgement,
the need to own
….anything, or anyone,
……distorted images of the self……
that which you let drag you….
…….. owns you!

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walking in clouds of dust.
open sores on the face
of the human condition….
yet we sit transfixed,
….with marble dumb stares,
numbed by the drug
…that fills the hollow
with ‘i cant do anything about it! ‘

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with your hand
…on my longing…
from some distant sphere.
pulsing, throbbing, hoping,
till
…my
….heart
……broke,
and fell
….like
……morning
……..dew,
on your eyelids,
..still drunk with sleep!

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…are shallow graves,
for the children, unnamed,
and unborn….
how many of my thoughts
…are their tombstones,
standing, testifying
in the sun….
how many of my words
…are their epitaphs,
written with the greed
that feeds the self?
how many of my days
….at the expense of theirs,
and how can i not know,
or care?

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to accept the lie
anymore!
i know, beyond a doubt,
that all people are equal,
regardless of color, gender,
religion, financial status, or
political beliefs!
i refuse to believe
that i am all right,
when someone else
is hungry, homeless, or hurting.
i refuse to believe
that i am not responsible,
for i am most responsible
when i turn away!
i refuse to believe
that one person’s success
can come at the expense of another!
i refuse to settle!
i choose life, and life means living…
involved!

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…validate your life!
you are the only thing
that cannot be bought and sold
….against your will!
dont settle for someone else’s thoughts.
dont allow yourself to be owned!
dont allow your self to be controlled.
your mind is the door to infinity.
your heart holds the key.
think!

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our own national parks
used as collateral
on loans from China!
water rights to the Great Lakes,
and other bodies of water here…
sold to China!
our jobs, Joe blue collar working
families…. sold to China!
our oil profiteer wars,
financed by China!
sleeping with the country
with the worst human rights record,
dancing with the devil!
and now, our own police forces
committing acts of violence
and oppression against Americans!
against American people protesting,
standing up for freedom and equality!
standing against the profiteers!
reacting the same way,
and with the same types of oppression,
as China!
our rights,
…our freedom,
……our dignity.
even our rights to work and survive….
sold to….
…..and even worse,
………..sold by!

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things young men never
even see, running headlong
in their quest for battle….
so busy trying to change the world,
trying to mold the world,
trying to make a name,
trying to make a difference….
that they forget to swallow!
and yet when time comes and goes,
it’s not the big battles,
not the victories and defeats….
but the small things…
rare moments stolen, and lived…
simple breaths, taken and shared,
when just for an instant,
you could see, you could feel,
both how tiny and how big….
and the taste of awe lingered,
written in the heart of your tongue…
hidden away for the time
when only memory remains!

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waiting for the water
to free…
only shadows stand between
this world and that,
fear has no name
other than we allow.
stripping away
the last vestige of clothing,
dance naked in the presence
of that which abides….
dance naked with gratitude
for that which endures!

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