how many times have

baby, cant you hearthe sound of distant thunder?the candle cold,naked, and left alone,baby, light the match!turn the page, break downthe walls of this prison cell…hungry, panting,four feet running….baby, cant you feelthe need for flesh?

working man’s house,and try to steal his food,possessions, or whatever he has…and try to harm his family,he’s gonna fight back.it’s just a given.so why dont our government,our bankers, and our corporate leadersunderstand this?

or wore a self-imposed crown of thorns,you cannot experience resurrection!the life we’re trained from birth to live,on a see-me, feed-me premise,is a form of death,aka, a type of hell!in order to redeem ourselves,to validate the experience of the human condition,all that is body, the outer body,the body that sucks and grinds,has to die.we have to…

made by your callous leaders.in your turning of the head,and closing of the eyes,as injustice is piled upon injustice.in the countries you invade,in those you imprison without cause…in those you let go hungry,in the sick you do not care for.in your prejudices and righteous judgements,in the closed minds of your fundamentalist fervor.in your closed doors,…

the bringer of life,the cup of the sensual.the wings of the spiritual…the earth wrapped in flesh.gentleness in mortal rain.the body of the heart.the mystical, the enchanted,the song of all being….to be honored, respected…to walk beside!

on the straw hutsof the soul…the sky of silencetorn by the colors of noise!or silent epitaphs,that only whales understand,or perhaps elephants…written on the inside of the turtle’s shell.spoke into being…or being adorned,with the trinkets of ownership…do we choose?what is language then?should we ask the trees?perhaps the mountains will tell.the rivers only laugh!does it have a…