explodes from within,
your trembling lips.
batlles fought and lost,
bodies by the roadside.
we’ve come too far,
we have nothing to hide.
flame on the water
that never goes out.
every mile, every minute,
there can be no doubt.
falling stars wrapped,
lives in a thimble.
no deeper beauty,
than the pure and the simple.
given, no regrets,
and nothing left behind.
the ears of the deaf,
the eyes of the blind….
a kiss, and a sword,
cuts deep and long.
the echo of the storm…
long after we’re gone!
now all of us here on the bottom endof the economic system know this feeling again….trapped, caged, angry, fearful….it’s not about color, religion, language, or whatever….these are only the clothes we wear.it’s about human beings being disrespected,about dignity and honor taken.we went about our ways,working, dreaming, just trying to live…and turned a blind eye to…
we walk, strangers,even to ourselves…battling demons,most of our own conceptions,grasping, groping, hungrilytaking what we can,more than we need,or could ever want.falling down, pushing aside,we stagger, drool on our chins….say a quick prayer,hope for the best….close our eyes to those around us.raising the banner of self,suddenly we look up,to find time and age at the door.afraid…
the old man on the cornerwho drove that ancient Chevy,died somewhere between sleep,and the back door.it rained for days,and his cat hid neath the house…then it too was gone.they write pretty things in newpapers,that end up resembling no one.life goes on, the neighboracross the street was evicted.he left boxes of god knows what,stacked on the…
big eyed orpaned child,hungry, and homelesson the screen…and want me to makea donation so you cansend them your gospel…when the gospel that theyreally need is for usto acknowledgethat we’re human…change our way of living,consuming, and taking…so that all peoplehave the chance…and their needs met!send food, and medicine…yes!send the message thatwe’re family….hell yes!
is to pretend it doesnt matter!to pretend that i dont care!life is too precious to pretend,too valuable to waste…every moment is a gift,every second eternal!live! be drunk with living!
of blood red skies,walking barefootedon the dusty path,cawing!demons?no, the demonswalk upright withsharpened swords,cutting the tonguesfrom the beaks,breaking wingswith moral hammers!blackbirds…spirits set out,left to dandelion clinging,and morsels of breadthrown out bythose who belch rules…spirits,that die to fly,to taste forbidden clouds,cawing!
