carry the torch high

ourselves as we can….before we can find the wayand the means to come home.often, somewhere in the seasonsof our living, love is like that.we become so numbed by the struggleto merely exist, that we lose ourintimate connection….we lose our sense of taste, of smell,our very sense of touch…and it is this loss, if we are…

when the hungry have been fed,and no one is left homeless.when the tears of man,are but tears of joy.when every word spoken,be a bridge, a lantern, a hand!when the seeds i have plantedare ready for harvest.and the smallest twigbecomes the tree that gives shade.when the fire is restoredfrom an old man’s ashes.and time begins againwith…

Does the earth stop turning,For a holy instant?Do words find meanings?Does night name need?Does the wind come a knocking,On the door that doesn’t exist?Does time expire?Do thoughts undress!Does empty carve windows,In the soul of heat?

and keep entering,in a thousand different ways,and myriad forms.we are no more than this,this coming and going….i dont know whetherto tip my hat,or leave my shoes at the door.the taste on your lips,that you cannot name,is me, and nothing more!

of the world,with ignorant patriotic pride,taking what is notyours to take!you bomb…the poor children of America,with napalm poverty,taking what is notyours to take…you bomb…the children of the common,that stand in the wayof your excess,taking what is notyours to take…you have no conscience…so, you bomb!

keep your oil wet,blood stained fingersoff of my throat!i will not, by actions,or inaction, be a part,of that which furthers hungerand suffering to padthe pockets of greed.i will not kill for profit,will not march to the drum!i will not believe in your lie,nor wave your flag!i will not cast judgementswith prejudicial blows,i will not take…