i wont wear your clothes,

i need you to acceptmy fulfillment.i dont want to own you,or to be owned.i dont want to change you,i take you for who you are,and expect the same.i love youbecause you are you…who do you love?

the heart dont lie, the tears you cry,the hard work of human love.look to God, look back at self,the burden’s on our backs.the future’s there, if we care,enough to take it bacK!and the worrld comes crashing down.in too deep, the fearful drown.stand up and be, or just sit down.what goes around comes around!

for this is the kingdom of the dove and the wolf,and this bed holds the secret trove.one cannot bind wings,wings are bound by air!there be no sacrificein dying for love….the gift is the giver,the giver the gift….leaving night to define these shadows.to love and madness,and the glory of loss!when mortality becomes two stars…two stars exploding…

a tired old hat hangingon a forgotten peg.the flower garden bare,the windowpane sighs.the old rusted spicket,covered by the spider’s web.empty boxes in the closet,filled with nothing that remains.wood stacked against the porch,even the old dog knows.letters falling from the mailbox,the ink wet with rain.my hand buried by the wellhouse,my heart buried neath the gravel!

tis blackberry winter…the earth groans, trembles,and shakes.birdsong and coffee,a warm place on the sheets.coat on the hook, shoes on the floor,but the body is gone.now its bad news, hate news,gunfire and heavy fog.night and day, black and white,the footprints all look the same.the tin roof whispers in rhymeto the cobwebs and shadows.the tree that fell…

there’s more than we allow.beneath the grain, born in the pain,the reality of now.Jesus saves, yet we dig the graves,for the poor and downtrodden.not much loss, they pay the cost,the beaten and forgotten!my religion is compassion.swords to plowshares slowly fashioned.you can be what you imagine….unconditional, true passion!