black robes, dialogue,
swords arrogant drawn…
wisdom though,
validated by experience,
cannot be measured,
but knows enough to
keep the sword in the sheath!
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greed
itsownchildrenlikeamothdrawntotheflameswallowsitsownlightwithoutremorse!
a spark of fire
a meteorite cutfrom an unknown planet.the memory of Goddrawn on cave walls…a nuclear blast,dust forms from formless!the heretic’s trial,fire and defiance.cold rain falling like needlesto the frozen ground.darkness and light;evolve and change….the human heart opens,wolves howl, babies cry.the wind blows a broken shutteragainst an empty house!
the courtroom is empty,
no hands on the book,no jury of twelve.(and the hands of the clockhave stopped!)small children killed, tossed in the trash,women abused, old people hungry, alone.young girls sold into slaveryyoung boys sold into warhomeless ghosts walk the halls,without hope in man or God.and there’s no sound, no feeling,not even a breath of air(and the hands of…
nuclear fission, sins of omission,
hearts gone numb, minds struck dumb,the flesh dies, stink and flies.roll down the window, just past tomorrow,trading souls, fighting for control.politicians kiss and tell, on the road to hell,the fire gone cold, nothing left to hold.broken down, running on empty.packs of wolves roam the cities.children’s bodies down in the alleys,nowhere to run, day is done!nowhere…
i’ve had mixed feelings
ever since they lowered itfor President Kennedy…it took a beating duringthe civil rights movement.and then there was Vietnam,all the atrocities, the lies,the wasted deaths…the marches, the protests,the Kent State killings…and the flag was burnedin anger, and i understoodthe angerand now the corporate takeover,the loss of human rights,the loss of dignity, and hopehow many deaths does…
we pass too often unaware,
through the vast blacknessof inner space…a bump, a bruise,a scratch, a scar…and almost the smellof a closeness.we bring the cup to our lips,too hot to taste…it is only in the silence after,that memory reaches out to touch!