how many nails have you driven?
how many cows have you milked?
how many fields have you plowed?
how many women have you loved?
how many loves have you lost?
how many sick children
have you sat up with?
how many diapers have you changed?
how many double shifts have you pulled?
how many fights have you won or lost?
how many times have you got knocked down,
and then got back up?
how many times have you stood up,
when everyone else stayed seated?
how many times have you spoke out,
when everyone else remained silent?
how many times have you given,
more than you could give?
no, dont tell me
(that you’re a man) …
prove it to yourself!
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too many lies,
the footprints of fallen angels,covered by the dust of hate.spoon fed history turned bitter,the sound of children’s voices lost.even the old juke joints,deserted and vacant.handmade guitars,strings made of human flesh.the howl of an angry wind,pierces cardboard shelters.cars abandoned on the side of the road,fresh turned earth, no hands to plant.passion’s legs wrapped around,the bodies now…
real conversation…
honest, intelligent breathing.we’ve forgotten how to talk.we dont even know ourselves,much less each other…so caught up in the mad race,computer age shots of insulin….when’s the last time you said anythingthat lingered after you walked away?when’s the last time you heard anythingthat stopped you, made you think?when’s the last time you took the timeto feel, to…
let’s trade bullets for nails,
and build houses for those without shelter!let’s trade anger for listening,and aggression for compassion,and realize no one owns this earth!let’s trade religion for humanity,and salvation for community,and walk the path of redemption!let’s trade success for inner peace,the need to have for the need to give,and so fulfill our destinies!
i follow the trail
from your neck downto your inner thighs….finding the beginningof the cosmos… wet,dark, hot, and hungryfor new life ‘neath thetouch of the planters hands…oceans i find, and poundingwaves… forests primeval,and darkness creating light…surging with electric pulse!
the revolution began this morning…
long haul truckers shut down their rigs.miners came up out of the mines,gulping air free and clear.migrant workers left the fields,farmers got off their tractors,and walked for the house.teachers put down their papers,and locked the doors.nurses and aides left the hospitals.minimum wage slaves left stores,restaurants, and trash trucks.while bankers bolted the doors,and sat in suicidal…
if i wake up in the morning,
if the hungry bowls are filled,and the homeless have a place to lay down.if all people are treated equally,regardless of color, religion, or beliefs.if dignity be restored to the common man.if men and women respect each other,and the art of living is just that.if forgiveness comes as easy as breathing,and caring becomes the way…then i…
you just bombed his country
back into the stone age.
dont tell me:
‘it’s not what Jesus would want.’
you just killed
the people that he fed.
dont tell me:
‘it’s not what Jesus would teach.’
you keep burying women and children
right next to the oil fields.
dont tell me:
‘it’s not what Jesus would die for…’
you’ve been nailing him
to that cross for 2000 years!
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old men rust and creak,
wrinkle into their chairstill neither is one….having paid every pennyof the price of life,rung up, and forgotten…..shadows without purpose,untouched in the cold.every brick laid seamless,without distinction,or identity….old men wrinkle into their chairs,and no one knows.
you can send the lie in the form
form of food stamps, in the formof Medicaid, in the form of newpolicies, in the form of charity…but the truth is you dont give a damnuntil you are willing to share allyou have with fairness, until you’rewilling to put your shoulders to theload, until you’re willing to getinvolved in the work of equality!
tis the sound of thunder,
the sound of crying,that drives the pain.the footfall of a thousand angels weeping.tis the sound of faces,without form or name.the sound of feet,with nothing to gain.the star above a thousand children sleeping.tis the heart unbound,the shattered soul.tis the hand extended,that cannot hold.the waiting at the edge of endless night.tis the broken vase,the candle spent.the holy…
it is by the blood we share
that we remember we’re brothers.it is this same blood,that we must drink and be set free.there is no victory nor salvationthat is personal…redemption comes only to all!
intelligence measured…
black robes, dialogue,swords arrogant drawn…wisdom though,validated by experience,cannot be measured,but knows enough tokeep the sword in the sheath!
fallow ground…
in the language of false gods.there can be no healinguntil you see the disease,smell the rotting flesh….until the souls of the invisiblegather around you, andyou take your self back in.until the words you speakare built on action wrappedin the forms of compassion….until you ask forgivenessof the mountains, the rivers,and the sky…. until…you nurse the baby…
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From Greece to our times,
They have sung to Love
Millions of times,
Never giving up,
The Hope to find it.
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In Love,
Their happiness is also your domainBut if the loved one,Is no longer there,How do you keep on living,Why and Where?Sad is the white Magnolia,Flower bloom,That proudly adorns the tree,Its green Lagoon,Sad is the moon in darkened, sky,That lost the earth, but cannot cry,Sad is the lonely heart, that feels despair,That’s lost its way and doesn’t…
Sometimes,
Comes a light,That helps you,Find,Some joy, some truthThat’s why,We must always thinkOf a lot of thingsAnd try to resolveIf we can,The emptiness that LifeSo often brings.Please, answer the doorWhen curiosity rings.
Tears clean our eyes,
What good is it to cry?If all that hurts,Remains the same.
Tonight,
A poem that’s all white,No colors,Just plain White,The purity of flight,The purity of sight,The purity of height,Eternal Snows,Mountain white.White peace,White light,White Dove,Olive branch,Of Love.Upon a crystal lake,A Swan starts to awake,It’s whiteness gently glides,Like tears from saddened eyes,A foggy, white wind blows,The Swan, white beauty flows.You are my dream in White,Symphonic, great delight,My Life that…
The artistic revelation,
Sometimes goes beyond the Artist, himself,It is not a question of education,But of Illumination,A type of Sainthood,An unexplainable Inspiration,Explodes! Into True artistic creation,That is born Suddenly!Without, hesitationAnd I believe that in this Miracle,Lies the unanswered Mystery,Of All Creation.
When the dangerously absurd strikes,
Politically or otherwise,Nothing, safety ties,Part of our disastrous melting times,Where there is no place to go or hide,As insanity takes hold of human pride,Delirium is and has always been,A very fatal and highly uncivilized ride.
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From Greece to our times,
They have sung to Love
Millions of times,
Never giving up,
The Hope of finding it.
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Our search for beauty.
Today the Times, turbulent Sky,Look down, not up,And dirt you’ll see,The World turned in Catastrophe!Twenty First Century, Tragedy! !
The hardest thing to do,
Words, Feelings,For they do not always,Communicate,What there is of intricate,In the human labyrinth of thought.Thought,That sometimes may be twisted,But so personally freeThat it should never be,Tampered with for naught,Communicated with, gently,With the best of sincerity
Broken hearts are so very weak,
How can we create what we seek?How can we search in the scorching sands,For that, that we cannot speak?So abstract is the yearning for feeling,A love that will make life complete,That nothing becomes more appealing,Than to have and to hold what’s unique.
I miss you,
To see if I can alleviate,Abbreviate this chain,That ties me to the past,When all I had was,Your sweet presence,And so little did it last.I miss you,The sun has lost its shine,Emptiness and silence now,So very mine,White flowers fold,On Life’s sad, silent vine,The Sea to sail,The Hope to hope,No longer mine.
Concerned, good people of the World,
Fight poverty and ignoranceAnd vision turned, bad circumstanceThat bring on pain, dictator’s holdBe brave, be firm, be good, be bold.Fight evil men, the Misanthropes,Those that take us for constant dopesThat put the world in danger stillTo exercise their Evil will.And then, make sure you fight for Peace,For understanding and love’s leaseTry to eliminate all War,All…
They told me
Maybe?Don’t go by the book,I improvise,However, my favoriteRecipeIs alphabet soup,Nourishing,With audacityBody and mind,Loving all words,I find.