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the cross of Jesus,an elephant’s tusk,and Hemingway’s shotgun!always exposing the ragged edgeto both sun and rain….as if daring,the soul to breathe,and the hungered heart to beat!

streets wet, cars passing,time turns inward, so do i…’a long slow Sunday afternoon.winter whispers, almost forgotten.spring turns the page, life begins again.we are faced with so many issues;poverty, joblessness, hunger, homelessness,wars fought for profit, the corruptionof Wall Street and big business,the oil companies raping the earth….people fighting over religions,over politics, over pieces of ground…forgetting, we…

dripping from my fangs,can feel the earth writing pawstruck,the cool damp loving grasses.still shudder with the howl,that opens and spills my soul,my eyes alive and searchingfor the hint of passion.pour a glass of wine,we’ll speak softlylike civilized men and women…talk of books, ideals,the evolution of revolution,and paint a portrait of god.still the drums beat,the wind…

tree,newborn child,dying old man,fire in a clearing,moonlight reflected through a window….the prisoner,a vagrant man,the immigrant crossing the border….the young woman giving birth,starlight on wet grasses,the prisoner walkingto his own execution….an agnostic,a heretic,and a pilgrim….a child of god,a child of darkness….which am i?if not all!

we have walked through history together.and the dust on our feet,be it from Atlantis or Peru,glimmers in the starlight when we make love.i made the ink you penned with,you cut the trees for my pages.perhaps i was a turtle, or a wild stallion,and you were a mermaid, or a moth.or perhaps i was branches gathered,and…

stroking his beard….god is the experience of hands joining,the miracle of birth and death,which are brother and sister….the gift of loss, the freedom birthed in suffering,the simple caring, the raw beauty of the common,and the echo of our own heartbeatsin all living beings!

unloaded my old shotgun,and stood it against the corner.i lowered the flag, put out the fire,put sheets across the windows….turned off the lights, pulled off my boots,and walked out barefooted into the night!sometimes you just get tired oftrying to save a worldthat doesnt want saving…when you cant even manageto save yourself from yourself!and sometimes it’s…

the spirit made to fit the mouth….the dream naked, hungers…we are born insidethe faintest touch….carried by a blade of hair,the scent of a neck….moth to flame,or flame to moth?one cannot existwithout the other!cannot be completewithout mortar and brick…laid perfectly seamless,one lost inside the other!

lied about JFK,about Bobby Kennedy,about Martin Luther King.they lied about trade agreements,about global warming,about oil spills,about mining disasters,about nuclear power.they lied about 9/11,about Iraq, and weaponsof mass destruction.they lied about Afghanistan,they’re lying about Iran.they lied about Wall Street,about the national debt.they lied yesterday,and they’re lying today.when are we going to quitbelieving in the lie?

No safety in violence.No hope in division.This is not the timeTo build walls…But to build bridges.Not the time to closeBorders,But the time to openHearts.For the path we layWill be trod by ourChildren, and theirChildren.The world we leave,Our legacy, our gift!

..the…wall….around……your heart,much tougher!hammer breaks stone,..it takes love….to break down fear,and compassion…to break down………..apathy!

wearing Wall Street suits!

and see your self nakedwithout running like hell…the journey begins!when you can lookat your every action,judging your self honestlyby motive and intent…the journey begins!when you can give awayall that you cling towithout asking for anythingin return…the journey begins!when you can do the right thingirregardless of the cost,not caring what anyone saysor thinks…the journey begins!when you…

Your armpits.My hand, a bookmark,On your thigh.Death, taint of rust,Your eyes dripping…On my floor!

withstood the winter storms.bare bent limbs reaching,against odds to bud,holding the skyin a lovers embrace.home to the sparrow,the worm, and the squirrel…shade to the weary,a constant guide to the lost.without name, without need,rooted deep in the earth…that gnarled old tree…is me!

a new tidal wave of slavery,that feeds the wealthy,and starves the poor!robbed of human rights and dignity,faceless numbers in a line.jobless, homeless, hungry, and angry….again, bodies on the block!now more like Rome than Greece,we implode on ourselves!fires burning, storms raging,the howl of humanity’s voice…the bloodied shores weep and tremble!one people, many colors, battling for freedom,we’re…

our backs against the wall.with nothing left to cling to…but each other!mind to mind, sister,your thoughts free my thoughts,my thoughts affirm yours….understanding is the bridge….heart to heart, my friend,we are joined by the destinyfor which we were born….love is the motion.soul to soul, my family,if you hurt i hurt,if i need you need…one hope, one…

hatred…it begins within,and spreads outto all that’s aroundhim….a cancerinflicted bythe self onthe self….for which theworld pays!