he bums a smoke, a light,
and looks away.
the lines in his face, jaw set,
like a map to where
he cant quite remember.
he watches the smoke
curl up like infidel prayers
lost on a street corner,
to the lights and the noise.
dont look too close!
you might find your self
staring back at you
from the day after tomorrow!
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rape is a horrid act of violence
a terrorist act against the victim!anyone found guiltyshould be dismembered!whether the victim be female,or male… they should be treatedwith the respect due a wounded soldier….the human heart knowsthat when one of us is disrespected,we have all been disrespected….in this knowledge lies the keyto healing!
i am too old (and stubborn)
my feet, though tired and weary,have walked this path for years.my battles have left me strippedof the things i didnt need….of the things that had hold of me,the things that had no value…knowing that i know no morethan what i have felt and seen.knowing that i know no lessthan who i’ve touched, where i’ve been…eyes…
there is a voice
that distant shore…a voice familiaras my own….there is a placewhere dreams are born…and then given form;where fire is discoveredanew every day!there is a mountainthat no one has climbed…a river no man has seen.there is a cave thatgoes on forever….a path no foot has trod.there is a flowerthat only blooms once…every million years or so.a horn…
gnarled and bent old limbs,cursed with fears inbred….where black folks hung for being black,and later, white folks for standing beside…‘holy’ hatreds spat, crackling in the fires;acts too horrid for the light of day,and the lonesome cry of the night,testifying against….now the hanging tree takes different forms…poverty, crack cocaine, trailer tub meth…young girls put out on…
i whispered in her ear as she was sleeping…
when every sky be full of rain,when every door be locked….when loss knocks upon your window,when you cant remember your name.when the sound of your heart saddens,and you cant think of a reason why.when your prayers come back unopened,and the river reverses its course.when all gathered together becomes nothing…use these to wipe your brow!
we battle against ourselves!
the ‘need’ to possess.we strip our senseswith fake morality.we quench our fireswith our limited concepts.we wound our very lovewith the image we present.we defile our truthwith the lies we settle for…we choose fear over freedom,and so break our own wings!