distance,

hands disappearinginto hands…we leaves the sitesof graves untended,walking towards life,with both grief and joy!the smoke still lingers,and the smell of wet ashes.but we are more,we choose to be more!faces long lostgather purpose, and names,as blood becomes,our peace and our striving!

amid the rubble ofdecaying leaves, andunnamed frost…only an echoof living remains;and the promiseborn in memoryis not enough.the arms and legsof our passioncut up as firewoodand left to dry.our cries of hungerdiminished, fadeinto the sounds of the windfreezing the panesof windows locked in death.epitaphs scratched in stoneand children that took wing…now voices no longer familierspeak of…

i have been selfish,i have been callous.i have been ignorant,i have been a prisoner.i have been an addict,i have been a loser.i have been wrong,i have been angry.i have been a taker,i have been a demon.i have been a hero,i have been a man.i have been a husband,i have been a father.i have been a…

whether to justify or testify,that lives be not lived in vain.all that’s strange, the cry for change,the burned out buildings moan.the tried and true, the old and new,the lonesome refugee’s song.no need for preacher, or well paid teacher,this blade against the wheel.no vain illusions driven by confusion,let us speak of what is real.the blood stained…

where there is injustice, there is need.where there is doubt, there is truth.where there is prayer, there is searching.where there is understanding, there is compassion.where there is slavery, there are bodies.where there is hurt, there are hearts.where there is sickness, the need for healing.where there is prejudice, there is fear.where there is condemnation, the need…

i’m going to hellwhen your daily actions,and mostly inaction,validates the conceptof hell for less fortunatepeoples around the world!salvation’s not a…social club!