walk across the sea
that has been divided.
put your hand on the cave walls
and feel the etchings.
jump into the Mayan pool
of sacrifice!
sit among the unmarked graves
of soldiers killed in battles,
reading poetry to the souls
lost to the violent storm.
dive for the ruins of Atlantis,
for the memory before memory.
stand in stillness at Stonehenge,
listen for voices in the wind.
feed the hungry! heal the sick!
free the oppressed….
stand in the face of life,
bare your teeth, and howl!
left on the pillowwhere you laid,the turning whisperof the kiss betrayed,left by the doorstepwrapped in brown paper.the small hint of dampness,be it passion, or tear…the sudden longing intense,as if the world stopped turning…loving, burnt…
stays lit…burning down slowlyto the end…burning bright,chasing shadows backinto darkness…warming the tired spiritwith hope….stays lit,almost as ifan open hand!
out of date postage stamps,just dont deliver.carbon and rust,even cobwebs turn grey.lips bent and crustednever kiss the night!holiness, old clothes,the fit of the body fades.time buries the fire,again and again.small things, kind words,and the simplest touch.the first cup of coffee,the last breaking of dawn!
god on the laptop,satan on the phone.what we are, how near, how far,and things we dare know touch.recite prayers, let down your hair,when too little is too much.justice bartered, equality martyred,let religion opiate the mind.cant see or smell the guilt of blood,when you’re deaf and you’re blind.money talks, while poverty walks,and hatred buys a gun.anger…
when you feel the most alone…the voice you hear whisperingis the voice of god…you are the body of god’s prayers
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…
