between the dead bodies
of his mother and father,
tears running down his face,
praying….
if we do not take responsibility
for what is wrong in this world…
we cannot claim responsibility
for what is right!
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Martin Luther KIng…
that lit a darkened world,a beacon,for all those oppressed,a song,for the downtrodden and weary…you looked beneath the skin,and saw the soul!life cut short,far too soon bythe forces of hatred and fear…Martin, we need you now!your vision lives in thehope of the oppressed…your determination our anchor,your heart beats strongin each of us who believe!
a hard ass old man,
stopped to pet a stray cat.without a word,or a second thought,just stopped for a moment.no one knew him,no one understood him,what he’d done or been through…except, maybe, the cat!stray cats, in a worldgone hard and cold!
i am an old man,
written in blood,and an erection,walking towards eternity,looking for a holy moment!a candle willingto be burned down,a leaf letting goof the tree!
the older i get
i feelwith the conceptof God as Motherand the less i fear death!i’ve said it before,i’ll say it againfrom the wind and raini cameto the wind and raini will returnnothing else needed!
perhaps then, morning petals have fallen.
and leaves that fell in glorious passion,now drink the tint of afternoon grey.only crows remain as the keepers,while fingers clutch breasts beneath the dirt.as holiness smells like pine logs burning,and heaven’s windows are covered with plastic.death moves untouched among the shadows,while carpenters stare at uncut trees.and prayers themselves have faces,as dreams walk barefooted among us.do…