will not let go… the part of him that is
owned by fear….
we have much difficulty understanding
that we are not what we possess…. but
what we give…
and so we run from freedom!
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god smells like the shoes you wore
like your hands when you emptied his bedpan…like your tears when you stood alone by his grave!
i’ve been too long in the valley of death,
too close to the blade, too far from the fire,too long defined by lonliness and grief.they say there’s a wind,that comes from a forbidden place.that strips leaves from the trees,and causes mountains to shudder.they say there’s a god,whose name we cant say.who walks naked in the instant,just before dawn.and they say there’s a lover,who smells…
lonliness…
blood crusted on the lips,the hint of brandy that lingers.the first smokewhen you walk free from jail.the crust of the pie,the tongue of first love.the soft placeon the back of your neck.smoke and soot and greynessas you walk the city streets.the meat cooked long and slow,falling apart in your mouth.the trace of garlic,the bitter shock…
bells ringing…
of bells…. ringing….the chorus of crows,the sound of the whipcracking on thousandsof backs, , ,black and white,brown and red….the fat-bellied ticket takerstands with hand outstretched…cant pay the fare… cant ride….left standing on the cornerof lost, and nameless.marching to death, leavingno trace, no footprints….the bastard children of freedom,no home to return to….look up, look up!the skies…
i am he who plowed and who swept,
that carved your voice into the willow,that whispered to stars in your name.i am she whose back twas arched,who brought you from the land unknown.who suckled your hunger and filled you with awe,who held your hand on walks of amazement.and i am the tint and the hue of change,the anvil and the forge….that brought you…