would you then love me?

someone is hungry.every night when i go tosleep in my bed,someone is homeless.every time i speak out,someone is oppressed.every time i walkdown the street,someone is imprisoned.every time i open my eyes,someone else is blinded.every day that i live,someone else is dying…every time i know i am loved,someone else is alone…responsible!

in the outlines of your face,do i sense destiny?are your eyes the last chapter?are your feet the lamp?am i just an old fool,waiting on the grave?

do you rememberthose frozen nights,when the fire had died….moonlight hanging like icein the window bare…the wet pool of love steaming,clouds of breath hangingin the air with unspoken desire….the baying of the old hound….and two sets of footprints in the snowleading down to the water…..the buckets on the porch,an axe, and the old truck….not giving a…

desolate, hungry clouds from the south,and the quiet before the storm.and those i love are sleeping, or far away.there’s nothing that can be done just now.all the fires and smoke are as distantas hours and days will allow.stillness, and waiting… for somethingthat hasnt taken form or spirit yet.walking through the museum of my heart,searching for…

farm lands scorched by the bombing.i pass the skeleton bodiesof young children who starved.i pass the unmarked graves,of young boys sent to war.i pass the flag of the liars,and the tents of mourning.i pass vacant factories,and houses left empty.i pass through cocaine streets,where all flesh is for sale.i pass the unemployed masses,and their desperate eyes.i…

i’m sick of existenceand struggle….the flame of the candle,does not burn my fingers.and the roar of stillness deafens!angels and demons cannot satisfy,even the trees ask forgiveness.these lips are blue with frost,yet the grave smells like flesh!