hands of coal,

it’s driven. what i have triedto do, in collusion with others,is to amass a body of work thatcelebrates the human in humanbeings… with all its pain,suffering, turmoil, and all thetrials, the human experience isstill the eternal experience…the only hope for humanity tosurvive lies in turning inward.until we know ourselves, we cannever have the god experience,and…

dance of the herons,waves kiss gravity’s shore.your body in mine,dialogue of flesh…when silence shouts,and butterflies weep.the flame held gently,tugs at the boat.bare feet walk,the inner path.intimate waiting,for the groan and the flash…just one more time,say you love me,let me die!

the cold shock of truth,the common sense statement.the nuclear missiles dismantled,and the guns laid down.the food needed for the hungry,and the collapse of systems.i am equal distribution,the need and right to work.i am Friday night, and Sunday morning,the wedding dress put away.i am education for the poor,and rehab for the addict.i am the dignity of…

but the new man, who will not be owned,neither by man nor possession

bucket in hand…i am the handle,the water, and the spicket…and two feet who,without a name or regret,silently do their job,walking back up the hill!all generated by theaction of pumping!

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…