on the tired lips
of my doing, saying,
thinking, and living.
leaving parts of
our loving
like tiny grains
of sand
on the beach
of destiny!
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line in the sand…
the needle of debtexacts its cost.men are just men,dreams are made for sipping.the spirits of dead loversinhabit bodies at night.and the light flickers,grabs, taunts, is lost.we write bibles,coughing in the night!
i am a free man by choice.
and to reason….now nothing you can do to mewill take away my freedom.you can imprison or kill my body,but this body is old and dying anyway.you can silence my mouth,but my eyes will sing.you can pluck out my eyes,then my feet will sing.you can cut off my feet,and my heart will sing.you can bury my…
for Christmas i want…
every family to have somekind of roof over their heads.everyone that wants to workto have a chance to….for everyone to respectboth themselves and each other.for every gun to be silent,for every anger to stop and listen.for the lonely to know they’re loved.for every color of skin to be equal.for freedom to take on bodies,and bridges…
‘he’s a strong-willed,
who’d plow in the faceof a tornado! ‘‘blow, baby… blow! ‘
i believe there is a God
in the tears of the homelessof the hungry, of orphaned childrenof the young woman lying on thekitchen floor bleedingin the hollow ache of the youngman who just killed a familywith his M-16in the stink of helplesson the young boy rapedin the prison cellin the vomiting angerof the man who caught his wifecheating, and shot herin…
my four-legged soul,
gnashing, gnawing, tearing,and howling…baying at the moon.my four legged soulcan taste the feel,can feel the raw….inside the blood,inside the flesh.soul devours darkness,darkness devours light…..running wild, and free,drenched in the moment!my four-legged soul….