equality…

the hand of the soldier,wipes crumbs fromthe face of god.forever tastes like strawberries,and sometimes you…and then is gone!what we dont know how tothink, or how to say,is spoken quite freely bythe trees in the night.what we box upand call god,falls in the face of the wind.what the wind knows, it gives!we turn away, struck dumb!

my personalfallout shelter….when i grow wearyof the world’s assault!and, baby,i need you now!

the colors from the lastleaves of autumn…the snow from the night skybefore it touched the ground.the sense of dangerfrom the little boy’s heart,before he climbed the tree.the sadness from the body still,in the casket no one dared touch.the sound of crackling from the fire,in the shelter of the cave…the light from the dawn,as if night…

oflosingmyself,keptmefromtheliberationoffindingmyself……for far too long!

went stomping with elephantsthrough you darkest jungles.stood between you and the gun!walked barefoot in your snows,sat imprisoned in your cell.made the leap, and dared to fly,wiped the tears from your face.built a home for your heart,with human hands and sweat….bandaged your wounds,took your curse…how is it then…that love conquered me?

by virtue of loss?we can only see sufferingwhen we are suffering?we can only feel compassionwhen we are hurting?we only stand upwhen we’re pushed in a corner?we can only find Godwhen the situation is hopeless?we spend our whole livesbuilding walls that keep usfrom being free!

must be named…nor each tree that is cut,without conscious knowledge.let us not try to confine the wind,nor to define freedom in an unspoken sky.let us not seek to erase the darkness,nor to infringe on the language of whales.let it not be ordained that we are gods,when the words we speak are empty.and most of all,…

the spoon tarnished…with time.an old lid turned up,half filled, half empty,wearing a spider’s web,and time earned rust.a dog barks, a truckgoes by….an old mattresson the bed…a baby’s bornin a rundown trailer,an old woman diesalone in her chair.life turns, the handsof the clock sharp….cut the fingersat the touch….the untamed heart,on the unknown path,fallen leaves leftby the…

heads held high and nostrils flared.while owls whisper in dark gowned trees,and the wind tugs at the mountains.moonlight sifting through the clouds,dogs bark from a distant door.and the grass lies wet with desire,waiting for the steps of the lover!i built a small fire in the clearing,took off my clothes and dancedto the hidden beat.mumbling words…

as she climbs the pathway to eternity?to be the lantern, no, just the match,just outside the door to your heart?to be the dew lying with the grass,the voices of trees whispering?the hand that takes the small child’s hand,the howl that names the wolf?the passion inside the thunder clouds,the soft prayers of the creek gurgling o’er…

and drink your own blood…when the air you breathewill be filled with smoke and ashes.when a man will kill a manfor a gallon of gas,or a jug of water…there will come a time!there will come a time,when you’ll sellyour sisters and daughters.when you’ll buryyour mothers and fathersfor their houses.when you’ll burn your faith,and deny the…

they’ll find the bodyin a week or two.funeral arrangementsin the back of the paper…no viewing… cremationis all that could be afforded….and the world rushes onin an angry ball of fury;while children die,unnoticed and unnamed.and the homeless and the hungryare stacked in the ditches…unholy sacrifices toHis memory….leaving the unclaimed ashesto blow in the infidel wind!