emancipate…

old washers, dryers,old beat up cars,rusted down high octaneroads going nowhere…..metallic flowers,dying and dead,never to bloom again…hauling junk…trading metal for milk,bread, and potatoes…in the land where no one works!

to the room wherepretending no longer workswhere half way tryingdoesnt get it donewhere just getting byis no longer enoughwhere the truth doesnt allowanything less, and doesntaccept anything more!where the image in the mirroris real, and has to be dealt with!and time is the reason,and the driving forcethat wont allow meto be anything oranybody elsethan me!

the limbs of death bud,the grasses singfrom their deep stillness.shave the head,let go of…the arms of darkness,frozen blankets of snow.sweep the floors,sweep the ashes,leave the past for the fire.scarred souls become gardens,life birthed from experience.that stranger smiling at the door,could be love… could be!

the rumble that shakes the streets,i can smell buildings on fire.can hear the planes,the sound the bombs make falling,the pulsing hate of the oil rigs,the shuffle of money behind closed doors.the wail of prayers in desperate churches,the street dealer selling a loaf of bread.the metallic sound of shovels digging graves,the ignorant drone of great leaders.the…

in a bottomless well?must we wait on the wave,that’s long past due?will the candle then light itself?do trees remember leaves?does history have a face?is it then yours?

does your heart choose to beat?i believe so…does the earth choose to turn,in perfect rhythm, year by year?do the tides choose to come and go,in cadence with the moon?i believe so…does society choose to be oppressed,if only by apathy’s inaction?do we choose to let people starvewhen we turn the other head?i believe so…do we choose…