one hand on the rung above,
one reaching down
to the person below…
of such is life,
its secrets, deeper meaning…
and the whole of the reason
why we are here!
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impotent men…
choking on the fleshof the poor and subjugated.while birds of prey circle,bodies strewn on the streets;another martini, stocks rise and fall!the pipeline pulses, liquid death,the eyes of the childrengone to marbles in the dust.the prophets of profittilt their hats and turn away,leaving the stench of their greedon unmarked shallow graves.their god is dead, the world…
he said he needed
the image of a cheapbottle of wine drippedfrom his eyes…i gave hime the money,and a couple of smokes.time has a way of bringing,even from the grave!
what if we just closed
and you placed your hand in mine?what if we walked awayfrom the stink of gunpowder,would they know that we were gone?what if we gave what we owned,however small,to the homeless and the hungry?what if we shared a cup of coffee,and took a long walk in the evening rain?what if we laughed and listened,and drank in…
she stands on the corner,
reeking of sex, whiskey,and cheap perfume…just a kid, really;somebody’s daughter…lost in a maze of crack,and violent retribution…bruises on her face,her arms, and her heart…no way to go back,nothing to go back to…around the world, orjust a little head…either way,she gotta pay the man,gotta feed her need…and somewhere there’san empty room, in an emptyhouse, on a…
War
Of eating our youngOf betraying the futureOf lying to the mirrorOf remaining in bondageOf feeding our fearsOf constantly denying…That God exists!
there is life beyond
the hand that movesthe curtain, unseen.the empty bowl, rain walkingthrough the grasses…the child, the nipple,stars appearing in darkness,moving oceans with silentcommands written in a shell,left unnoticed on the sandsthat have never known footprints…life beyond the cup,the fire, and the shadows,opening the bloom,as leaves fall and crumble.