if you live by the lie,

but sound stripped naked and pure!the thunderous crash of the acorn,to the ground that startles the squirrel,and freezes him with fear!the squeak of the old spicket,wailing for the water to rise,from the dead bones of time.the moan of dead bones,returning back to dust,as if sexual release.and the prayers of the trees,who see our foolishness,and weep!

does it take?how many of our boys deadon foreign soilfor no apparent gain?how many unemployed peoplewaiting in line?how many meth labs?convenience store’s robbed?how many teachers laid off,and kids that cant reador do simple math?how many sick peoplewho cant get medical care?how many houses foreclosed?how many homelesswandering in worn out cars?how many oil spills?how many mines…

what color is your heart?red, raw, and beating with passion?deep purple, covered with bruises?layered in greens, life and sustaining,turning brown with time?or grey as soot and death,diseased with apathy!

made primitive by technology,still drunk with past successes,we would deny the pain of loss.conditioned to become nonpeople,we build divisions and walls…that in the end become our prison,and finally our graves.what are we so afraid of?does it take being slappedin the face by devastation?does it take being hungryto bring back taste?the god we’ve wrapped in moth…

and he walked away…leaving all the yearshanging like spider websin forgotten corners.numb but walking,he could taste herin the cyanide rain…..down to the cornerwhere nobody stood,and strangers without facesnever spoke… to thecorner of hell and third,never looking back….nothing to look back to!

pitch black sky, no stars.too rough to row,holding on for dear life.said a quick prayer…my eyes fixed onthe beacon… my heartfixed on you!