a world full of

wages getting smaller,the cost keeps getting higher.gasoline, political machine,waiting to ignite.the walking dead carry their beds,two wrongs dont make a right.unemployed, polaroids,given to the flame.drunk on fears, unspoken tears,even hunger has a name.gunpoint, tossed in the joint.making meth in backseats.bloody coins, where nothing joins,bodies covered with sheets.momma’s grave, cant be saved,redemption calls for blood.funeral hymns,…

with your streets of gold,and angelic harps…i am not interested!in the presence of God,(i didnt name her that, you did!) ,all your spiritual writingsbecome mere pornography,your church bells tiny bellson the legs of ants!i walk with her through povertyand despair, touching, reaching out,and touching.holding close the child that’s dying…sitting in the cell with the prisoner…

his smell like rain,and something else.his soft insistent knockrings like a bell,his hand on the knob…can you hear?the sound of his footfall….tis but death come knocking…he brings no baggage.will you open the door?

in the darkness…the story of life?a momentary glowin the infinite night!the smell of sulfur,and fingers burnt…holding the flametoo close!

of desire,throbbing for the candlelit by inspiration.a dropp of sweatfalls from the knitted browof god speaking forth…existence.when nothing remainsbut embers and ashes,the heart cries for the plowin the field of silence!a hunger within,much deeper, much sharper,bellows one word…beginning!and darkness becomes light!

when those that invoke your name,do so on the field of battle;in the name of prejudice and hatreds,from well insulated rooms,padded against the criesof the needy and hungry.in the name of a ‘holiness’that forgets the sacredness of life.in the name of a justicethat sees colors and wealth and privilege.dont cry for me, Jesus,for they would…