good work…

whose voice do you hearin the shudder of dreams…whose hot breath upon your neck?whose wetness feeds your hunger?whose fire? and who stirs the embers?whose howl? whose mount?whose furred claw digging into your flesh?whose darkness… under whose moon!

nor the creator…i do not dwell in temples,creeds, or written scriptures.i am formless, taking forms,i am infinite, becoming particle.i am clay and grass,stone and wood…i am flesh and semen,and intimate eyes!i am hungry, will you share?i have no home or bed,may i sleep with you?i am lonely, will you speak with me?i listen, will you…

and a basement…laid off, sold off,401k gone….Buick in the drive,repossessed!foreclosure packing,Kent State and Nixon,Reagon’s America….financial moral collapse.the smell of napalm lingersin houses left empty!

what a man cant find,a child will know.only the heartknows the secretof where the wind blows…and that’s enough for me.from drops of water,the clouds are formed.that go together,to make the storm.from the thunderand the lightning,the rainbow is born….and that’s enough for me.the feeling that i have for youis the simple song i sing.your mind may…

written in dust, …with temples turned grey,and tired sunset eyes.leaving tiny fragments of heart,spread in the darkness…to become fireflies for the poor.with bent backs testifying,and well worn boots.love turned to echoes,drawing blood from the veins.simple hands working silently,weaving on the master loom.leaving only the scent of our passing,for strangers to comb.having lived and given,and nothing…

in the river that does not choose.let us take our veangeful heartsand lay them at the door.let us dropp our arrogant poses,and reveal who we are.let us forgive, and be forgiven…for every child that dies of starvation,for every bomb that’s dropped.for every homeless family,for every broken home.for every prisoner, every victim,every hater, and their hate…for…