down a stony path in the pitch black darkness.
we walked in silence… listening, just listening.
the wind rustled the tree limbs, sighing…
almost blowing out our lantern.
the spirits of animals, trees, and even the stones
beneath our feet…. testified!
a great haunting wave of peace blanketed us…
and i knew the path we were on to be the right one!
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do i believe…
i could not believein myself, in God, in lifeitself without believingin you!on the road to perfection,one hand needs another,one heart is joinedto another…we make it together,or not at all!
news blackout, streets packed out,
feed the poor, Communist whores,dont know how despair feels!Jefferson raise a cup, Crazy Horse rises up,freedom’s a blood filled rainbow…homeless jobless, insulated snobness,fighting for today and tomorrow.faces on hands, hands on heart,a small fire strong against the dark.all God’s children doing their part….faces on hands, hands on heart!
are we then human?
we light our cigarettesoff the heads of starving children,drink wine made fromthe blood of dead soldiers.even our gods see through colored lenses!afraid of the truth,we chip away at the stone.turning off our lights to undress.perfumed by the scent of dead animals,shamed by the stink of human need!‘Jesus died for our sins…’we hold our sins closeas…
i searched till i found beauty,
in the hand of a friend,a leaf blown by the wind,in a blind dog’s eyes,in the cat curled close.in the baby just born,the old man’s dying smile…in difference, and in sameness.in the lover’s body,in hands calloused and hard,in moonlit nights,and quiet conversations.in long silent walks,the meal simply prepared,in the mother and the child.in the twinkle…
dont talk to me of skin color,
in fact, she runs with the wolves,clothed in fur and claws and teeth!sometimes she is the moonlight,lighting their path,other times the wind,carrying their howls back to herself!dont talk to me of skin color,talk of blood! red, pulsing blood…flesh and sweat and desirewrapped in human spirit!
Woody Guthrie,
with your dust covered boots,and your old flop hat.your rusted stringsringing out freedomfor all to hear…your words exposing fascists….your heart free as the sky…Woody Guthrie,tell me which way to turn….those dust covered roadsfilled with the lost again…aint no more trains to hop,aint no work to find….and the armed thugs are comingto take us away…Woody Guthrie,tell…