of something else
this just makes me
realize
how many more things
i have
to let go of!
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when we take our hands
and put them back on the plow…things will change.when we open our eyesto the suffering of thoseall around us…we will begin to see ourselves.when we open the doorsto our hearts and letour spirits fly free…we will find each other.when we find each other,we will find our selves…and so find God!
dont call me God!
dont wrap me in your conceptual boxes,i’m not a trinket or a talisman!dont imprison me in your temples,i am not aloof and untouchable!you cant buy me with your offerings,you cant use me like a sword!dont limit me to a frail body,dont call me father or mother!for i am life itself,evolving in a thousand different forms!you…
our level of responsibility
stabs at compassion, and truth…when we sit down to eat, and eatfar more than we need, and throwthe leftovers out… we areresponsible fot the hungry!when we go to sleep at night, inhouses too big and too plush, weare responsible for the homeless…when we drive our SUV’s around forno reason at all, burning excessgas, we are…
you speak of love with an absent voice,
to the basement where desire rumored lurks.the man on the screen trills of wars,and crimes committed beneath white shirts.and the sweet Jesus prayers of the unemployed,cut crack rocks on bare tables.even the dog mourns the heated silence,while turnips boil in a touch-me-not pot.death taunts the branch against your window,the broom stands unattended!
the mark of Cain
you killed Abel,his blood crying outfrom the earth,from every shore,from every land…your own brother,and nothing silences the cry!
which is more affordable,
to grow corn and potatoes,or manufacture guns and ammo?to make the medicine that heals,or to invade other countries?to build housing for the homeless,or to prop up banks that fail?to help addicts get clean,or build more prisons?to change the system,or to watch it fall?
to live with arms outstretched,
or to run and hide.
to dare to be
what you believe….
or to hide in someone else’s shadow…..
to walk to the edge,
spread your wings and fly….
or to cower in fear in the nest.
to get your hands dirty,
or to turn the other way….
to fall down, and get up,
or to lie there and quit.
to give unconditionally,
or to take without remorse.
to speak the truth…
or to settle for the lie….
everyday…
a conscious decision!
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a simple kiss…
secrets, and intimate thoughts…deeper than words,stronger than rings orpassion’s thrusts….worth more than anythingthat can be bought or earned.a simple kiss…nothing else asked, or needed!
put down your sword,
a new day has come,a new world before us!in the beginning again,we are the first hope.pick up the plow,till the earth…our home and our hope!a new day, a new way,we work side by side..beneath the sun, in the rain…and we make love all night!time is for the taker,and now is the time…put down your sword,pick…
sunset to nightfall.
as years pass like shadowsthat cant be grasped.lying naked in the darkness.the hypnotic hum of the fan,the cool breeze lapping at my body.listening for the soundof footsteps from long ago.but only the sound of a car passing,and a neighbor’s dog barking.lying naked in the darknessmy spirit gets up and walks away,my body calm as fallen…
dead poets stacked like saltine crackers,
the smell of flesh burningdoesnt change with skin colors,screams in the night defy language!justice oozes from pus filled wounds,faces stolen from bodies marching.death falls like the rain that has no after,on the poor and the ignorant without discrimination.the power surges, lights flicker and fade,the children of the poets sharpen knives,and sleep with stray cats….when even…
pounding, pounding nails,
pounding voices, pounding anger,pounding need, pounding greed.hungry, hungry eyes,hungry souls, hungry holes.hungry children, hungry countries,hungry hands, hungry man.throbbing, throbbing blood,throbbing dreams, throbbing schemes.throbbing ideas, throbbing hatred,throbbing inside, throbbing cant hide.touching, touching hearts,touching true, touching you.touching forbidden, touching daring,touching color, touching wonder.pounding, pounding nails…
i spend a lot of time
dogs and cats,trees, abandoned buildings,gardens plowed…old outhouses,worn out shoes,candles burned down,and wet matches!i follow spirits in the night,bathe naked in the moonlight.whisper to old tire swings,pray with tin roofs….listen to the agonies of slugs and snails,and rescue turtles from homicidal men.i write names in tire tracks,and sweep footsteps into dust.i burn old coverallsin sacrificial offering.i…
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Some agitate their way through it.
Reminding themselves,
Nothing about this process
For them is welcomed!
And they are not pleased,
By anything it leaves.
And as I reflect,
Doing my best to accept this process…
I must admit,
Some of it I am not in total agreement with myself.
Although I go through the motions,
I am doing it with much ease!
Okay! I must say…
Sometimes I do get a bit perturbed and upset.
Especially when someone yells, ‘Hey, grandpa.
Do you need assistance to cross the street? ‘
I grit my teeth with a fake smile I release.
Hmmm…
Is it noticeable,
My gait appears to be slower and more noble?
Everyday…
This aging ‘thing’ seems to speed!
And I sit on a nearby bench,
To gather my breath and gently breathe.
Wishing the aches and pains that come with aging…
I could put to rest.
Knowing my mind has more of a youthfulness,
That my body, on certain days…
Could care less what my mind forgets!
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If you are stressed,
With thoughts self defeatingFrom a beating you digest.Perhaps you should relax!Give your mind a rest!Chances are you suffer…During thoughts ‘infested’With concepts of success!Let go of comparisons,To others and what they have!Chances are everything they ownIs rented, leased with or without…Something that keeps them feeling sad!If you are happy and glad,To be just who you are…Your…
There is not a dropp of it alike.
Would admit under oathThey are related!No snowball approached…Or investigated,Can say ‘how’ and ‘why’They were made from these particles!And not a one looks like the other?This is absolutely assinine!Not ‘one’ has a familiar pattern…With the other?This is ultimate creativity!I am outraged!How is this allowed?Without one single protest?And people claim they love this mess?They lie!I wish I…
Where is the love and honesty once kept?
We promised we’d keep with us,When we met.Where is the devotion and concern we had?What has happened to that loyalty,We shared and made us glad.Where is the tenderness.Smothered now with screams.Where is that togetherness…Meant to stay to fulfill our dreams.And where are those chats,We could not stop having then.And now when I come home to…
Doing their best to save face.
Continuing to disgrace themselves.Or place the blame for their mistakes,On someone else.It is a pattern that has decreased,A credibility…Slipping away.And very close to ceasing.As a quality of life,Slides from an existence.They insist their troubles…Are not of their creation!
There is a purpose behind a reason,
Its purpose.She has been seducing him,Since the beginning of their childhood.She practiced technique with her daddy.And daddy practiced patience and understanding.She liked that about her daddy.He was torn between Magic, Shaq and Kobe!‘Yeah, but that Michael will always be the best! ‘He was a sportsman!And she fell asleep in his lap!Just like she did,When daddy…
What is failure?
With constant reminders.And…With hopeful attention,Given to it by those in acceptance…Become convinced,With the words of discouragements heard.Ensuring any saved I-told-you-so’s…Do not go to waste!
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About disease, starvation,
violence, terrorism, war,
the end of the world.
It helps
keep my mind off things.
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I join the queue
I ask the lady in frontWhat are we queuing for.‘To join another queue,’She explains.‘How pointless,’ I say,‘I’m leaving.’ She pointsTo another long queue.‘Then you must get in line.’I join the queue.We move up nicely.
So you think its Stephen?
Be on the safe side as it were.Ah, theres been a mistake. The hairyou see, its black, now Stephens fair …Whats that? The explosion?Of course, burnt black. Silly of me.I should have known. Then lets get on.The face, is that the face mask?that mask of charred woodblistered scarred couldthat have been a child’s face?The sweater,…
with love
some strangeris fiction than truthwithout loveI’m justa hasbeen awaytoo long in the tooth.
we’ve ignored eachother for a long time
anytime to call would be the wrong timeI’ll avoid you as long as I canWhen I was a boy we were good friendsI made pies out of you when you were wetAnd in childhood’s remembered summer weatherWe roughandtumbled togetherWe were very closejust you and me and the sunthe world a place for having funalways so…
Let me die a youngman’s death
the sheets holywater deathnot a famous-last-wordspeaceful out of breath deathWhen I’m 73and in constant good tumourmay I be mown down at dawnby a bright red sports caron my way homefrom an allnight partyOr when I’m 91with silver hairand sitting in a barber’s chairmay rival gangsterswith hamfisted tommyguns burst inand give me a short back and…
i wanted one life
we couldn’t have our cakeso we ate eachother.
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For my dose of you,
My eyes don’t stray,
I don’t look away,
When I’m close to you.
Everyday,
There is no way,
I can live it thru,
Unless you say,
In your special way,
‘I’m in Love with you’.
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Thinking, thinking all the time,
In the solitude of Time,In the solitude of morn,Life inserts its painful thorn,For existence is a myth,Knowing not, why we exist.
To be moved by Poetry,
Words caressing, tenderlyOpen skies and spirits free,Love is born, spontaneously.And a Poem conquers all,And becomes part of your soulTo communicate that wayTakes us to another worldWhere love, peace and beauty roamWhere life’s sentimental journey,Can at last find its true home.
Thru love of Art and Poetry,
Both felt and make the heart beat,And enemies appease.
It’s hard to love,
Alone with Love,So constantly,The heart returns,The flow of blood,Emotions soar,Just like a flood,The sky, Auburn,Clouds Violet-Blue,The sea does turn,This color, too,And I just think,All day of you,Persistent, love,Pure and profane,Enamoured heart,That goes insane.In heaven’s name,What do I feel?Is it a dream,Or is it real?My life, my heart,You have undone,Without your love,I cant go on,My only…
Poetry is the Soul of all language,
A ham and cheese sandwich.
There are brains,
I’ve encountered some in time,It’s scary to see how humans,Can become such low down slime.