the reflection of fire
on the coldest of nights;
the cry of the empty rice bowl.
the violin played in an empty room.
sunlight glaring off fresh fallen snow.
the axe and the boots
standing alone in a corner…
the ticket takers through a glass window….
oil pumping into the mouths
of starving children….
the exploding bombs, bayonets
draped in bright colored flags.
the moment you give,
as if by accident;
and then steal away,
wrapped tight in your cocoon!
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do i believe…
a perfected human beingwalking in total compassion…totally involved in lifeand living… immersedin meeting needsby selfless action…‘the Way, the Truth,and the Life…’
the heretic kneels
alone in the darknesswith life….and prays….with no need for salvation,redemption, or change….no thought of self,of need and want,he just lets go…and prays….nameless, part of all….formless, evolving forms…..from soul to spirit….becoming….the scripture of small creatures,the hymns of the wind…..eternity unleashed in each moment…..the heretic prays!
‘hippies, nuts, and the like…’
to blue collar Joeto respected businessman…from renegade,to family man,church, and community.and it tookgetting ran overby the corporate train,to bring me back to myself!primordial, raw, honest,knocked down, get up,hand in hand…heretic, sacred dance,moment to moment…and walking the hallowed streetsof America… let me tell you,it dont smell like freedom!call me hippie, far left, socialist,whatever the hell you…
the most beautiful
the bringer of life,the cup of the sensual.the wings of the spiritual…the earth wrapped in flesh.gentleness in mortal rain.the body of the heart.the mystical, the enchanted,the song of all being….to be honored, respected…to walk beside!
home…
goes to rest,the soul goes to findit’s lover and friend…and the spirit goesto heal and be forgiven….the place no one elsecan see or touch…inside the palm of God,close to the breast of the wind…the place whereyou can stand naked,and never feel cold!
wild eyed man in the parking lot
his old lady holds the babymotor running to the vanfactory shut down, aint no workhavent eaten in three daysgood hearted man gone desperatesomebody’s gonna have to paywhat the hell! who cares?lives falling thru the cracksborn too early, born too lateon the wrong side of the tracksfighting for every breath you takejust fighting to survivefalling down…
That may haunt a life,
Forever and a day,
Dreams that follow,
And never go away,
Praying to become Alive,
Maybe, Someday.
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Putting words together
HadIs rather, nice,The ArchitectureIs by Life,WeatheredAnd the MemoriesHave no price
No politician today,
Has known the true meaning,Of Democracy,And maybe never will,Democracy is not being clever,Nor establishing the will ofOne over a few,Nor putting ‘Liberty’ on chillAnd innocently asking,‘Who are You? ‘
I miss you so!
Not only in the timeAfter we met,But throughout, my lifeYou were my finestInspiration,My light, my consolationAnd of Love, the very best.
The whole world,
Chocked withPolitical lies,Manufactured liesInterest, driven liesSanctimonious liesOne sided liesDeep, down rottenMurderous liesDeep down incredibleLies,That our happiness,Our CountriesSteal and destroyAs, all decencyAnd all DemocracyDies!Lies, Lies, LiesThat haveMurdered TruthForever,As the destinyOf humanityLies, badly beatenWithout any alliesTo save human rights,As justice and freedomAre devoured,By political,Lice‘Heroes’ of the worstKinds of political,ViceAnd people stillFollow and swallowTheir lies,Vote for themBelieving, theirLying…
The most exciting moments,
Those deep romantic moments,You wish would never end,The ones you will remember,The ones you can’t forget,Those great romantic moments,Life’s most wanted success.The most romantic moments,Are those you can’t forget,When Life was a good omen,When Life had reached its crest,Those most enchanting moments,When all your life is blessed,And finally, Beloved,The search is put to rest,As hands…
Yes,
On white pages,On traveling clouds,Pure and sweet,That Time defeat,Still have ideals,What is written from the heart,Heals!
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And there they stay.
They’re not real,
They’re fiction’s prey,
One cannot live from Illusions
Unfortunately,
Even if its hard, poetically
To admit,
And even if is so painfully
Difficult
For a poet, to say.
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Love can move mountains,
Love is the Light,That makes us all free.
There is no Liberty,
Minds soar,And reach the Sky,In search of Harmony,Then Melody takes hold,And raptures mind and soul,You feel that Life is good,And death is not it’s goal.
The soothing blueness,
Waters of the Oceans,Of the Lakes, Rivers,And the Sea,Flowing, creating Life,And sonority,Feeding the thirsty land,Making pregnant, what wouldotherwise, barren be,Making possible the ‘Miracle of Life’,That without you, would never be.
That Art for the Eye,
Painting isEmotional Fervor,As it touches, memory and heartImage company, won’t depart,There is nothing reallyLike true Art!
Come let us feast our eyes on Beauty,
In a flower, in the Spirit,That in humans may be found.
How much we need affection,
Love does project perfection,Always natural, never planned.