borrowed bed, borrowed lover,
borrowed dreams, borrowed salt.
borrowed children, borrowed mothers,
borrowed study, borrowed lives.
borrowed God, borrowed heaven,
borrowed killers with borrowed knives.
borrowed flags, borrowed lies,
borrowed virtue, borrowed freedom.
borrowed bombs, borrowed bullets,
borrowed puppets, borrowed kingdoms.
borrowed soup bowls, borrowed numbers,
borrowed tents, borrowed bridge.
borrowed hope, borrowed survival,
borrowed till it’s sacrilige!
in the meantime, live each moment as if it were the only moment,for it is…as for the upcoming election, one must vote his/her heart, but vote.as for me, i will support President Obama, and continue to believein the cause of human rights, in dignity and respect for all, and in freedom of speech, irregardless of…
so easy to turnyour face and walk away?so easy to close your eyeswhen someone is hurting?so easy to take what you canirregardless of anyone else?so easy to kill?to destroy?to steal?to lash out?to run when you could stand?what are you afraid of?and why?what are you running from?the stranger in the mirror!
and need not sound,or form….embracing the lighthidden in your darkness,i lick the years from your eyes.and coming like rain,i release your suffering,drunk on the scentof your being…the song of morning birds,a gift left by the wind…on the step by your door!
‘i love you…’and really loving themlies in the willingnessto risk everythingyou think you havein order to give themwhat they really needwhether it includes you,or not!
they turn on the stageas the people gawk…enamored with their lies…both hypnotic and addictive,they sell an American tragedycomplete with commercials.the circus wheel turns,and the roar of the beatdeafens all hearts to the truth.while out on the streethuman mouths bleed,and the memory of the livingfalls back into the shadows….as great owls swoop the night!
nor wait patiently on dawn!but with the barrel of the guncold on bruised lips,with the torn flesh of moonlight,at the height of the storm.love never enters by doors,but steals through windows…speaks fluently in the language of hurt.is the beginning of wars,and their only end.wine bittered with poison,water still and pure!rises in flight without warning,tears the…
