i smell the perfume of rain not fallen.
i taste the lips of earth, and of trees.
i see the fire in cold artic winters.
i hear the words the wind desires.
i smell the scent of passion held back.
i taste the blood of coming death.
i see the dawn of the blackened cave.
i hear the weeping of mountains still.
i smell the coffin, and shovelled dirt.
i taste the spirit set free in flight!
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what if we quit drilling for oil,quit living for the deal?what if we built a new world,for our daughters and our sons?a world that’s honest,caring, and real…what if we stopped all invasions,stopped the bombs and the greed?what if we laid down religions,and opened our hearts.what if we gave our possessionsto those in real need?what if…
the invisible man
the pages of the book,seldom turned…often writes with hammer and nails,sometimes shovel and plow…sometimes a cigarette bummed,a cup of coffee and a sandwich!a small child’s eyes,or an old man’s eyes,a patchwork heart,and a spirit that soars…the invisible manwho stands beside,and never backs down…never walks away!
train tracks,
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!
walking barefooted
playing a flute;listening, listening,for the sound ofthe Lover’s voice….waiting, for the familiartouch, for the smellof the last rose openingas the wings of autumnapproach…. listening,for the sound of my own heart,or the sound of planets evolving;waiting for the gift of emptiness,and the dance of flesh on flesh….walking barefootedon broken glass….whispering to the stillness!
the cry for justice,
for equality, forhuman dignity…has never been louder!Somalia!Tibet!Syria!Israel!Libya!Haiti!Russia!China!the United Statesthe right to work,to eat, to housing,to medical care,to freedom of speech,to religious freedom…..the cry for the truth!for positive change!this world’s in turmoil….a new day is comingno matter the cost!
second hand smoke,
a crack in the mirror….empty chamber in the gun.flat tire on the car…and the mailbox is empty….wrong number again,picking up socks off the floor.molded crust on the bread,a bag of coffee, and potatoes….burnt out burner on the stove,cobwebs on the ceiling.too much, too little…but never enough!