it has always been

we are the names and the facesof the spirits that roam the night.we are the leaves that fellwith autumnal passion…we crumbled back into the dirt,and returned to our mother.we are the oaks cutto build the house.we are the saws, the hammers,and the nails.we are the water,and we are the well.we are the cup and the…

for those in need,those left alone…for all those with nowhere to turn.for all those hungry, body or spirit,for those who are beaten,bruised, and scarred…for those on the street,and those addicted….for the prisoner, the victim,the soldier far from home.for the lover left empty,for the dreamer who’s lost hope,for every tear shed in the darkness…i feel you,…

with the wounds of time…your body walksapart from your soul,strangers on diverging paths.passionate ashes blownby the wind, falling likecharcoal tears on a silent tomb.with only the sound of a screendoor banging in the wind…a house that smells like a home,where nobody lives!

righteousness invades,who forgives the forgiven?the hands on the clock prophesy,and the darkness demands.god stares back from the mirror,moves with human hands.empty houses on fire,empty hearts strike with fear.and all that remains,words spoken, unseen tears.pay the cost of the choice,pay the price of a life.but you cannot learn to live,till you learn how to die!faces without…

on the page,the cup chippedon the windowsill.wood stacked againstthe porch,the shadows on theempty swing.the kiss lost,and the ring.red dirt driedon the shovel,the old boots leftby the door.the creaking of thescreen door opening,the box tied andpacked away.hunger sap driedon novel sheets,the half smoked cigarettelying in the ashtray.the sound of the empty room,in that old house on…

blood crusted on the lips,the hint of brandy that lingers.the first smokewhen you walk free from jail.the crust of the pie,the tongue of first love.the soft placeon the back of your neck.smoke and soot and greynessas you walk the city streets.the meat cooked long and slow,falling apart in your mouth.the trace of garlic,the bitter shock…