i dreamt…

second hand coats,and worn out shoes.the hands thatbuilt your houses,paved your roads,worked your steel mills…harvested your crops,worked on your cars,built your cities and towns,your stores and your churches.tremble with the cold,hold the steaming cuplike a prayer…wipe the corners of vacant eyes!

and the fire we seekis but a reflectionof the fire within us…when the cross is a part of the body,and the war we protest,is the war within us…when the leaf is knownas always tree…and the dropp of watercontains a river.when breath is hunger,and love is fullness.when the spirit is a finger,and the soul is a…

and heartfelt tears….for Tibet.i am ashamedthat we the worldhave done so little to help.for those tortured and detainedby a most oppressive regime…for all those left without a home,orphaned on their pilgrim’s journey…for those who dared to protesteven to self-immolation….there are those of us who hear,and weep….and stand beside you‘neath the stillness of blackened skies,believing in…

for a while.and i think there’s another step!the bare limbed tree in winter,frozen branches, no signof life.and yet beneath the surface,life is forming, having been lost,begins again!perfect stillness.no need for going,or arriving … you’realready there!all that is lifeis present.what you seek foryou already are!take off your shoes,lay down your pack,and embrace each breath.the tides come…

– opening my hands!truth beyond the liesthat paint life as me and mine– nameless and selfless!awaken, let go!there are no walls between us,sameness, unity.cold water, deep breath,the flower opens, and dies…and life remembers.follow no one elseyour heart is the universeyour mind holds the skylimitless, be freegive without thought, without need,plant the seed, go home!

mountains tremble, and trees fall.some souls are born thirsty,with a thirst that makesrivers run dry, and clouds weepwithout aching tears.some spirits are born reaching,from beneath the earthto the realm of the sky,touching, always daring to touch.some beings are born to love,and love so much so hard,that the void left by the floodcannot be filled…and so…

hand on the pump…words get in the way,when two hearts talk!naked emotion,and something more distantthan the remnants of fire.stray leaves blownby desire and whim;the cut too deep,the limb silently falls.footprints scream,with only the trees,to witness, to testify….too naked to lie!

and they’d buried meon a hill witha small stone marker.and i watchedas seasons passed,one by one,in constant rhythm…the years went by.and no living beingever visited my graveside,except for black crows…again and again,black crows!the caw of the crows!

…your…..permission,without…the…..need……. for……..your……….affirmation,in spite of…hollow…..threats,in defiance of…..censorship………and prejudicial…………restraints!never fear the truth!fear what happens…when…..the…….truth………is no………..longer………….allowed!

but i carry with metiny slivers of hearts,many colored splotchesof cloth woven into a blanketthat warms me against the cold.my feet are worn… my eyes near blind…but i see with the eyesof small childrentoo alive to denythe magic in each moment….i breathe with the breathof human hungering….for what cannot be contained….my heart beats with the…

and in a voice low and thundering,i spoke to my soul!‘rise up, and walk!finish the work…’reincarnation, no time!too much to be done!

that you feel like you’re drowning!cant see where you’re going,all sense of light swallowed upin a grey fog….keep on walking!sometimes it seems likeyou lose everything you thoughtthat you had…everything you’ve worked for…everything that mattered….keep on walking!sometimes it seems likeeverything you do, everything you think,everything you say, andeverything you feelis the wrong damned thing;every action a…

we still export more oil thanwe import….there’s not a damn stitchof clothing in my closetthat reads ‘Made In America’…you tell me!it used to be you workedand fought like hell to sendyour kids to college….now, dont worry about it,they’ll end up in prisonwith all the unemployed teachers.and the gulf between the eliteand the rest of us…

pant ‘neath your image,bare my teeth,moan and growl!your darkness calls,the distant beat of the drums.owl, and shadow,the trees bow in awe!Loba,i answer your call,my flesh, your fury,and the coming storm!

waiting to be executed.our system of justice,demands retribution,as long as it’s someone else!preferably,someone poor,addicted, uneducated,black, Hispanic,or just plain oldwhite trailer trash.the homeless man,the man who’s lost it all,the man with no job,no future, no dream…no one will miss them anyway!while the ‘gods of success’,wheel and deal on the market,playing with lives,as if playing cards.starting wars…

and through bare limbed trees….Christmas Eve…amid the hustle and bustle,colored lights and wrapping paper….families and friends….the streets still alive with thosewho have nowhere else to be….empty houses, empty trailers,stray dogs and abandoned cars….somewhere church bells are ringing.a baby born in a bare apartment,the rats scurry to meet him,the pot on the stove empty.no curtains on…

without your eyes in my darkness,i am gone blind.without your tongue on my desire,my heart stops beating….without your wetness on my prayers,my god is dead!without your moan in my stillness,even the tomb is harsh and cold.without your kiss upon my freedom,everywhere i look…bars, and more bars!

the fire still shining in eyesthat have seen it all,and then some….nothing in his pockets….grey hair falling ‘neath his hat,bathed in the morning sun;a half smile on his hardened jaw…going out to meet the devil,or the Lord, tomorrow or infinity,with a song and a dreamstill intact…. and a heartwhose door opens both ways…leaving the past…

in a small room.staring throughthe window.calling on themoon goddessfor deliverance.sometimes i build websin the darkness like a spider.waiting to catch youin a hungry moment.or i sit motionlessin the darknesslike a cat.eyes aglow with primalpassion.i come stampedinginto dawn like arogue elephant.tramping and trashingthe last vestigesof lonliness!

betrayed by our own greed,by the sins of ‘I, Me, Mine’…carrying the weight of the wars,the patriotic lies,the lives taken,the peoples abused.the karmic curseof Native American blood,the bodies of the slaves,buried beneath the hanging tree.the muffled cries of the immigrantswho did our farm work,and were herded like cattle.the ghosts of the common workerspounding the unemployed…

in the awareness of the momentthat a man is no morethan he gives,and no less than his mistakes.that what we hate in othersis most often what we’re afraid ofin ourselves…that to live we must risk,we must try our wings!that the childremains your childeven when grown.that all the children,around the world,orphaned and starving,grasping for hope,are mine!that…

out of our paper bag hungers,in the image of our fears.we sacrifice blood,in the name of redemption.and the ghosts of the innocentsburn our thoughts and our eyes.what kind of fatherteaches his childrento kill each other?are we bastards, or liars,afraid of our sins?even the earth we defile,cries against us in anguish.the morality we buy and sell,is…

i spoke not a word…my silent body exuded,years of poverty and oppression,discrimination and hunger.i laid down my shackleson the steps of your courthouse,i spit blood on your law books,human blood, angry and red!and the woman i slept with,walked beside me step by step.she bore my children,i washed her feet with awe.we spoke and listened,forever equals…take…

but gives…money…buys possessions,owns you…love…heart broken,living pieces.war…impotent menwaving swords!death,body given,spirit taken.passion,rain falling,drops whisper!anger,fear frustrated,turning inwards.hunger,empty bowl,empty soul!lover,hears, feels,respects, touches.God,human faces,dawn’s body!

i am the faces of lost bodies,names written in blood.i am the call to battle,armed by the heart.i am the silence that knows,the darkness that takes.i am poverty’s shadow,and the language of need.i am the anger of the beaten,i am the field forsaken.i am the tint of skin,and the color of the eyes….the song of…

……in mine;you open an old book,your fingers caress the pages….you take in the scentof words built on lifetimes…struggling together…ambrosia!read me!

streets that dont speak,faces mechanically moving.hammers hung from belts,books closed, coffee brewing.the voices of need and passion,silent statements in flesh.god, or something more,understanding beyond conception.the hand extended,and boots laced tight.the flame of truth,flickers, stays strong.nothing more needs be said,than to live…unto!

‘momma! please! momma! ‘old car packed up high,mattress tied down on the roof…windows bare, empty.the stink of whiskey,tired-eyed, angry, hard despair,paint peels off the dreampotatoes, old bread,last pot of coffee, brewed strong,nothing on the shelf!hand on the pistol,too damn tired to be afraid…no other option!

and you placed your hand in mine?what if we walked awayfrom the stink of gunpowder,would they know that we were gone?what if we gave what we owned,however small,to the homeless and the hungry?what if we shared a cup of coffee,and took a long walk in the evening rain?what if we laughed and listened,and drank in…

in the meantime, live each moment as if it were the only moment,for it is…as for the upcoming election, one must vote his/her heart, but vote.as for me, i will support President Obama, and continue to believein the cause of human rights, in dignity and respect for all, and in freedom of speech, irregardless of…