i dont see black and white,

for the moon to pray,and the trees to weep.the heart once spoken need not say more,and the wind needs not definition.wise men came and left their gifts as such,and the owl waits in stillness…and the simple carpenter builds a house,believing it will be some stranger’s home.a glowing dropp of rain that fell,as if a star,…

without trying to change them,without trying to make them conform,without trying to make them a cloneof narrow perceptions….walk with respect,live from respect,act out of respect…dare to be silent,to listen, and to learn!

they would namethe holy one’s lovera whore…and so give her a crossto be borne for generations!magdelene, # 2what secrets we shared,in the breathless momentsjust before dawn…while creation and destruction waited,and the stars themselves wept,as if knowing!magdelene, # 3perhaps then,the final price of the gospel,be not nails…but love!magdelene, # 4twas the book of kisses,rare intimacies unspoken,that…

senses raw and yielding,hungry for the night,and the last promise of lightjust before the dawn….with naked hearts pounding strongas waves against the shore….running on belief, an ounce of wonder,and the scent of a woman’s touch!

spilling from the mouth.the lips of hunger,swallowing the sword.the rose petal fallen,shaking the ground like thunder.the beating sound of wings,shaking the skies.you are…the block wall laid,with skill and precision.the smell of turnips,boiling on the stove.the cupboard door open,a full bag of sugar.clothes worn to revival,drenched with redemption.you are…the bridge between, I and thou…

either way,going nowhere.girl on his lapnot wearing panties;he thinks he’s god,or at least bulletproof.gonna ship out tomorrow,got ‘hero’ written on his forehead.she’s got ‘gonna crash’ downinside her, written with invisible ink…gonna stand by a hero’s gravestand alone in the pouring rain…gonna stand on a street corner,just feeding them tracks.flag flying at half mast…going nowhere!