hypertension…

‘neath skies of poverty’s making…the simple, the common,the calloused hands,the baby’s cry in cold night’s grasp….the light so few could see…no temple, no righteous robes,only a carpenter and wife…no kings, no prophets,no blaze of fury….a child born in stillness,that stillness formed….abused, misunderstood,his memory used and twistedinto something else and less….never knowing, never seeing,the simple truth….the…

i may be an old man.but…i am your home;as you are mine.that door insidethe heart to theroom where it’s okto be you!

their hands have worked the hoe,pushed the plow, swung the axe…have held their children,and touched with love.their needs are real,and the same as all others.their hunger raw and real,their minds needing answers.they dont need anyone elseto live their lives,they want to live their own.peace, warmth, food, and shelter…and medical care!doesnt seem like too much to…

hair thrown across your face,lips swollen with longing.to pluck stars from the night sky,and drink the dew like wild beasts.to howl and moo, to hoot and caw,to be the ant that led the others astray!to build small fires by forbidden roads,to sleep inside the cave.to drink moonlight, and spit revolution,to walk naked in the cool…

expose themselves to the outrage,and the ugly edge of indifference…without a thoughtfor their own well being,risk it all to bring about change.not bound by the moralityof the fearful self-indulgent,they open the woundof their own failures and mistakes….and so find the strengthto become fully human….and so renew the bondbetween man and man!

dissolving into the earth,leaving no sign,no name, no identity,not a mark, not a trace,for the passage of time…and yet…a part of….of such is my life.and i find peace in this!a part of…all that has been,all that will be,a part of…