cocksure, religious pure,

the end of tired thought,the beginning of passion.i am the spirit of fire,setting buildings ablaze…the bell ringing,in the ancient tower.i am the dark skinned lover,who comes in the night.the sharpened axe,the hammer of dawn.i am the eyes of hunger,and the voice of need.i am the weight of conscience,the trench dug, and feet planted.i am the…

he can betray your heart!he can ruin your world!he can take away your time!he can make you foolish!he can destroy your family!he can imprison your soul!he can twist your truth with lies!who is this beast? this monster?the man in the mirror,lost inside himself!

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…

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…

we see and feel… touch, taste,and smell, and what we dont know,and cant understand. each livingbeing is a universe in itself, andeach is just a splotch of a patchworkquilt. when one being exhales, anotherinhales… the earth turns, night comesto relieve the day, morning comes tofulfill night… such is the rhythm oflife, the beat of the…

for every barrel of oil thatyou drill and spill,a child is dying.for every coal mine yourape the earth with,a child is dying.for all the nuclear wasteyou cannot dispose of,a child is dying.for every country you bomb,a child is dying.for every chemical you sprayon your vegetables,a child is dying.for every river you dam & drain,a child…