as a worthless human being…
yet you keep standing
on the platform
that it’s better
to take from the
poor, the sick, the elderly,
the minorities…
to cut social security,
medicare, and
educational benefits
from our children…
in order to protect
the elite, the filthy rich
from being taxed at all…
and you call this fairness…
democracy in action!
your blatent unfeeling arrogance
is making me question
my beliefs!
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bodies without heads,strewn in the sand.the taste of gunpowderon my lips.i bow, but cannot pray!the sound of the oil rigs,the coarse rhythm of greed.take and destroy, take and fulfill!the cry of sea life,the gurgling choke,soon to be the childrenof flaccid men.buildings like bodies,stripped empty and bare.the memories smellof life that once was.empty, and pulsing,with the…
the beginning of light
before time, or the conceptof being…in each word we almost speak,in each thought we almost form,in each feeling we almost allow…do you know me?i danced the day you were born,pulling stillness out of the falling rain.my name is written in thedeepest cavern of your soul…i sweep the steps of your templewhile you pray and offer…
the burning bush…
an unknown planetwhere life does exist….a butterfly in winter,the Red Sea divided.the mother of Godat the community center!heal the sick!help the poor!stop all wars!set free all thoseimprisoned wrongly!house the homeless!be a father/motherto the orphaned child….stand arm to armin the face of prejudice….all this, and more…and i still cant touchyour heart….
i vote for the earth….
standing from time to time.her trees the fathers of wisdom,the image of change and the cycle…her oceans dark and mysterious,holding life from beginning to beginning!her fields of grasses long and weepingfor the fallen and forgotten….her breasts giving blood,her arms wrapping around,all that lives and dies and lives….i vote for the earth,and walk naked through her…
it is then only this….
the yowl of the cat in hunger,the slap of wings against gone.tis the height of passion;i have turned my deepest colors,yet my dreams have begun to fall…i cant stop them.and the sound of voices like hammers on tin,be the bottle broken before it hits.when memory becomes history,and tired clouds wink and disappear.the setting sun tastes…
would that we knew,
would that we went,where the setting sun goes.would that our pride,gave way to our knees.would that our eyes,felt what we see.would that our prayers,had hands and feet.would that our minds,and our hearts would meet.would that our tongues,spoke familiar and true.would that the real me,met the real you!would that the bridge,be sure and crossed.would that love…