the fact of injustice,
or the fact that i’ve allowed it!
if we dont stand up
to stop a wrong,
we become part of it!
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free speech….
as long as what you sayis profitable… for them…as long as what you saydoesnt ruffle feathers…as long as what you sayisnt the truth….free speech….in spite of, irregardless of,because we must….because if we dont,it goes away!free speech…whatever the cost!
i cant kill any more children
cant starve any more peoplein the name of wealth.cant evict any more familiesin the name of success.cant bomb any more foreignersin the name of God.cant steal any more landsin the name of patriotism…cant lie to myself anymore,and call it freedom!
the scar on the doorknob shouts,
never asking which way i’m going,as if i knew the direction home.the vase falls from the table and shatters,ants race about, avoiding fire.the mad generals, refrigerator and stove,fight to the death over who’s feeding who.the cat in the window stretches,and the iron gathers dust.only the pulse of the coffeepot steady,and the scent of love that…
change, evolving,
with every step…journeying inwardin the search forwhere we began…or perhaps where we end!is there any difference?other than the memoriesof breaths shared,steps taken together….meeting as if by chanceat the crossroads….walking together for a time.of such is history…..and the seeds that germinatein the frozen ground waiting….are but the bodies of our dreams….change?or just returning?
how many Jesus’s does it take?
sexual Jesus, Baptist Jesus,Pentecostal snake Jesus…heroin Jesus, small town family Jesus,necklace Jesus, tattoo Jesus,illegal immigrant Jesus…Jesus on the cross in a drunk tank Jesus,Marlboro Jesus, county fair Jesus,pray for Armagadden Jesus…or just a man,living one day, one moment,one bare naked dirty human needat a time…with open hands, open heart,and open mind!
the poet’s poem,
most precious of all….he cant live without.boxed up and wrapped,presented as a giftto the passing strangerwhose lips a ‘quiver!in word, in paint,in carpenter fashion….built as if a homefor the orphaned soul…or potatoes and milk,laid out on the table,for the guests of boththis world and that!or a blanket givenon some lonesome corner,to the cold and shiveringface…