i watched them loading

listening to the prayersof the dust on the window.the house empty of all that breathes,and ghosts just dont eat much.while missiles born of hate,throb, seeking direction.and religious poverty moansin the gutters of man’s denial.hands balled in fistscannot open doors.and nuclear lightis just a damned lie!rivers vomit, great trees are cut,empty plates rattle pointing fingers.and turtles…

and a sense of helplessness…but there is hope in this,there is a distant light!when we wake up naked,and see the truth for what it is.when we look at our enemies,and see only friends!when we lay down our gods,and find the god presentin all that lives…when we find our differences to bethe fringe on the coat…

which in truth should be…afraid to love!

the stray cat sleeps in a cardboard box,the old oak tree groans with morning.table set for three,you, me, and the guest…too long on the road,he’s forgotten the turn,and love’s address is unlisted.the feather drawn lines of arch and thrust,define your eyes with headstones.your hand slips between the bread,tastes better without mayonnaise.the cup of whispers grows…

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…

down hard edged streets,past the abandoned and forsaken…through dirt and filth,grime, grease, and soot.down past the edge of town…i made camp by the tracks.haunted by the soundsof living now just echoes,echoes and shadows,shadows almost forgotten.haunted by the faces,the dreams, the fires now ash…the smell of need andthe harsh stench of hunger.i made a leanto from…