Your love,

the hammered blade,some call it love.the bottomless well,cant drink enough….the blackened plow,the blood stained glove.the eyes of hunger,empty face of loss.the wheel of manturns despite the cost.when you’re lost at sea,and your ship is tossed.the eyes of hunger,empty face of loss.and still the takers taketill the blood is drawn.while the innocent prayin the dark before…

battles fought in the realm of the heart.right and wrong that convicts the motive.the smell and the feel of all that is common.the question asked in the silent church.the blood spillt on the courthouse steps.the language of factories, mills, and shifts.the cast iron skillet well seasoned.the field plowed, the seeds planted.the man standing against the…

must be named…nor each tree that is cut,without conscious knowledge.let us not try to confine the wind,nor to define freedom in an unspoken sky.let us not seek to erase the darkness,nor to infringe on the language of whales.let it not be ordained that we are gods,when the words we speak are empty.and most of all,…

or maybe it’s with God-either way, i seem to be losing.when right + right + right = wrong…what the hell do you do?so i just keep digging,dirt walls falling in on me,water up to my knees!and i keep hearing laughter…or maybe it’s just the soundof my heart telling my soulto move on!or maybe it’s just…

counting nickels, dimes, and quarters,to pay the rent.turning down the pot to simmer slow,listening to the news with a hollow ache.,thoughts come and go, the air still chill.nothing changes much, except the date.a half a tank of gas, and a borrowed hoe…hands moving in silence, back to the sun.death waits patiently, like an old friend.never…

clothes dirty and worn…lies alone in the bed,except for the cat…shadows whisper, she moans,as if closing a book.even the hungry walls are silent…the pages of the booktattered and yellowed.her teeth broken or gone,her fist clenched tight,the comfort of no one,the prayer to no god.the clock on the wall ticks amen…her spirit taken, her fist opened,a…

than the flaws in ourselves.we stumble through life,pretending we can fly,never realizing…that we can!what matters?ask yourself today!our actions(and our actions within)speak for us!the sands tricklewithout restraint.forever doors unopened,or closing…what do we want,what do we need…more than?

an intelligent option!does notmake one manbetter than another!does notexcuse apathy, hypocrisy,or greed!cannotbuy love, salvation,or dignity!

i will not allow that.i am not an ‘it’, or a statistic,i am a man!

embedded deep,cutting from within….fingers burnt by the fire….the wail of darknessswelling through the tombsof the soul…walking the razor’s edge,and the stink of human flesh.nothing more immortal,more infinite, more redeeming…not even falling stars….the moment of human life,in minutes or years;that only the courageof revealing oneself can unwrap….the moment becoming eternitywhen simply given!

that people live in povertybecause they are ignorant!the majority of people livingin poverty are there becausethey are the victims of human greed.call it what you want….when too few have too much,the many do without.we are not so ignorant as toaccept your blatent assumptions!

the smoke that leadsto the fire.the hollow of the hand,to the hard and the soft.the salt of the seato the dark and murky unknown.the erection and the breast,to the womb that creates.lightning to the thunder,and thunder to lightning.the hammer to the nail,the bullet through the barrel.the spirit through the book,back to the tree in the…