from a tiny acorn

when the heart devoured,sings in the sinews of the oppressed.when light screams with fury,and wipes the chin of the child…the day is born, the line is drawn,who will answer the call?

or any country, whereacts of prejudice andracial hatred are still committedon a regular basis…where people can run for office,and win, backed by the dollarsof prejudice….where minorities, children,and women are treatedwith disrespect….where the elite 10% are filthy rich,and are not taxed! …while many of us go without food,housing, or medical care…where our children are shippedoff to…

The haters, those who wouldLie and manipulate by fear..Follow not those who wouldBuild walls, and divide.Follow not those who useThe name of God to validateMurderFollow your heart, yourConscience, and your innerDesire for dignity!With courage and open minds.Daring both to care, andTo give.Committed to being human!

of the houseforgotten by time;a book on the table,unopened.footprints on the floorcovered with dust.a cup in the sinkhalf-empty.the wind blowscurtains grey with time….whispering, whispering….names that cannotbe heard.voices, echoes,creaking the floor.a book of photographson the closet floor.walking through the mist,the fog and the shadows,touching small particlesof being left like gifts….lives unwrapped into mine!

expose themselves to the outrage,and the ugly edge of indifference…without a thoughtfor their own well being,risk it all to bring about change.not bound by the moralityof the fearful self-indulgent,they open the woundof their own failures and mistakes….and so find the strengthto become fully human….and so renew the bondbetween man and man!

underneath a tin roof…your body praying for rain.or perhaps it’s just delusion,or memory twisted by passion,or what an old man settles forin the echo of his life!kissing’s like undressing,slowly turns the spit,not conscious of mirrorsor the need to hurry….soft words almost forgottenfall like stones in a bottomless well…and the only cry of passionis the hawk…

striving over religion, politics, and egodriven patriotism…the constant struggle of we the masses,faceless and numbered, to just survive,to barely get by…and i have come to doubt many andvarious things…i have a distinct hatred for the lie…for emotional, spiritual, and physicalslavery…i have no desire to do anything to winthe accord of the ignorant…i have no desire…

or maybe autumn leaves,and the promise of snow.an avalanche in slow motion,a door that creaks when closed.a latch on the bedroom window,ashes that smolder with hope.a tree fallen across the path,the old car that turns over,but wont start.the plow crusted with dried earth,the hammer on the shelf.you and i…nothing forgotten!

on his ride.i sat down to talk to him, mostly to listen…‘you know, my daughter and her husbandlost their jobs, and their house. so wemoved them and their kids in with us…they’re strung out on them pills, we cantget them off… hell, she’s took everythingin the house she could sell….’and i just listened…. him, and…

a snail, a moth, the spider’s web.the old man passing out blanketsat the homeless shelter…the mother nursing the child,refugees of war.the old dog curled againstthe old man’s leg…the cigarette shared after making love.a trash collector, a cashier in an all night store,an immigrant picking fruitwith eyes in the back of his head….the soldier who deserted,and…

spend enough moneyevery eight days,to feed the hungryof the world for a year!what the hell are we thinking?if we fed the hungry,housed the homeless,took care of the sick,and gave everyone the chanceto work for a fair wage…what would be left to fight for?if we taxed the rich,and brought down the conceptof different classes…if we learned…

across the room.unholy wars,kingdoms built by ghosts.chapters,or maybe commas.clouds,or falling stars!