and a simple handshake
stops the war!
what are we fighting for?
who are we fighting against?
and why?
most of what we hate
in other people is the
reflection of ourselves….
most of what we fight
about or over…
wont be here tomorrow!
most of the violence
in this world is based
on lies…. the cancer of lies…
when the simple truth
would set us free.
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alone…
dirty curtains sweating,bodies without heat!you buried me,a 100 miles back…poured milk on my grave,and answered the phone.but even the scar throbs,the moon calls…and the fire in the fugitive field,burns down.old men tell stories,old poets burn and rage…run with wolves, mad and hungry,for touch, skin, and need!when the soul becomes a tongue,and fingers break windows.the water…
grains of sand
our grasping fingers…a dandelion heldup in the wind,blown away in a moment.a collection of photographs,black and white, somein color… put away in a box.the strike of a match,a quick blaze in the darkness,lost in the black womb…of eternity!
are we alive?
merely staring through an open windowat the reflection of our livesin a mirror?i saw Jesus’s eyesin the eyes of the stray dog…and so didnt have to ask his name!how many buddhasdid you kill cutting down treesto widen the road?when the path was already there!a wilted rose petalknows more about love thanwe will ever know!bottom line……
i started a revolution today,
ants lined up in full gear,trees refused to shed their leaves.smoke swallowed the chimney,and cats laid down with squirrels.and every ray of sunlight,praised the coming night.small children read to old people,and bricks swayed to the beating heart.tiny things became heroes,and simple things became gods.gentle words held road signs,hobos shared their bowls of stew…rain buried gifts…
how can we profess to follow any sacred
it’s like peeing in your bed!even my dogs when they were puppies,knew better!
we dont write poetry…
the very fibre of our beings,the flesh of our actions.falling, broken, and vulnerable,human mistakes and failings,colored by love’s passion;the needing, wanting, strivingto touch and be touched,to hold and be held,to dance free of our bonds….brothers and sisters to the wind.woven together by suffering,crying out for the light,alive, and naked….the song, and the pulse!