or working whatever job they can get,
for half of what they’re worth.
half-drunk, and pounding their fists
against the wall…
(praying for a gun)
i know how it feels to be trapped…
dont tell me we’re not supposed to be angry!
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as i grow older
i’ve grown tired of paper kingdoms& dreams that endwith the taste of blood in my mouth.i do not believe thatGod lives in synagogues & churches,or in the exhortations of evangelists,or in the rituals of priests…or in hell-fire & damnation,the sword of judgement, the end of time,or in holy graves…i see God in the eyes…the eyes…
we battle against ourselves!
the ‘need’ to possess.we strip our senseswith fake morality.we quench our fireswith our limited concepts.we wound our very lovewith the image we present.we defile our truthwith the lies we settle for…we choose fear over freedom,and so break our own wings!
Part 1
making its way slowlyup the old logging road,centipede crawl, the scentof the pines…to a small clearing,where we set up camp.pitched the tent,gathered wood for the fire.enough daylight left,we began the climb,up the steep gradeto the top…the cry of the bobcat,startles…then laughter, and wemoved on up.an old rattlesnake sunning,careful, go ’round.we stood on the face of…
the squirrel,
is buddha.as is the cloud,covering the sun.the mountain is buddha,as is the pebble…and the river is buddha,with the illusion of flowing.you are buddha,your enemy is buddha.your lover is buddha,as is the crap you just took!do you see what you see?do you taste what you taste?do you smell what you smell?do you feel what you feel?or…
injustice in Iran…
for two Americans heldwrongly… convictedon trumped up charges…and so by your choicesyou continue to spreadhatred and prejudicethroughout the world….Allah didnt ordain this!this is the work of men…men without vision,without compassion…men without dignity…who would be God!
you can tell me
but i dont believe you.that right and wrongare black and white…i dont believe you.that God choosesbetween one personand another…i dont believe you.that killing is justified,that poverty is earned,that you are better,or worth more than me..i just dont believe you.you can tell methat there’s morethan the hand in mine…baby, i dont believe you!