it is by the blood we share

as a worthless human being…yet you keep standingon the platformthat it’s betterto take from thepoor, the sick, the elderly,the minorities…to cut social security,medicare, andeducational benefitsfrom our children…in order to protectthe elite, the filthy richfrom being taxed at all…and you call this fairness…democracy in action!your blatent unfeeling arroganceis making me questionmy beliefs!

lying on urine stained sheets,that planted the bulbsin the old woman’s flower bed.that washed the dishesfor forty years….the hands…that built the old barn,that plowed the fields,that harvested the crops….the hands…that stroked desire’s body,that found each secret treasure,that closed the window.that held the baby,that taught the child to write,that buttoned his suiton the day he was…

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!

peaceful protestersmarching for human rights,equality, and changebeing slaughteredby their own government…now here…shadows of Kent State…common peoplepushed to the edgein the battle forsurvival, human dignity,and hope for a future…already abandonedby our own government…will it take beingkilled to get their attention?will it take dyingto give our childrena chance?you say it cant happen here!open your eyes, your ears,your…

and heartfelt tears….for Tibet.i am ashamedthat we the worldhave done so little to help.for those tortured and detainedby a most oppressive regime…for all those left without a home,orphaned on their pilgrim’s journey…for those who dared to protesteven to self-immolation….there are those of us who hear,and weep….and stand beside you‘neath the stillness of blackened skies,believing in…

when we choseprofit over compassion,self fulfillment over community,success over family….possessions over our neighbors,indulgence over ecology,lifestyle over spirituality….oil addiction over fair treatment,invasion over liberation,special interests over equality….for real change to be possible,real healing must take place….it too, begins within!

what will you feedto the flame?your possessions,your titles, your masks,not needed…not worthy to be…your heart, your soul,your innermost desires,the very breath you breathe…stand naked, and surrender…your self to the flame!

democracy has nothing to do with invasion.freedom cant be bought and sold!the earth is not ‘property’…salvation doesnt imply donation.equality doesnt have limitations,respect is a two way street!much judgement, few qualified judges!forgiveness has to be given to receive.wisdom not bound by degrees…no tomorrow unless we validate today!love doesnt imply ownership.and death is not the end!what we…

love demands all,and takes no prisoners.be it the tongue,or the pounding heart…we leave no trace,when the wave is gone!whose history etched in silence?choirs mourn without sound.be it shadows or angels,or demons set free…they call it the last war,will there be survivors?who hears the oak tree fall,in the deserted woods?letters written by breasts,whose milk gone bitter.the…

cutting and stacking wood,for the fire i’ll never know.i am the tasteof rain drenched leaves,and the silence just after.i am the sooton the miners face,his only mark of identity.i am the black man,who knowing his journey well,having pride in his roots,steps beyond bitterness.i am the woman,forced to sleep in the closet,hands worn by the broom…who…

never knowing names,sometimes reading faces,often not!and that which is donein the name of glory,by the light of greed,is justified in the ‘holy courts’where lives are bought and soldby the takers…is there a God?in Whose name the murderinghand moves swiftly…the price of blood, the wailing beatof hearts without identity.the march of those that conquerand devour without…

and all signs of life,leave branch and nook,as beauty is revealed.the weathered branchstirred by the wind,scratches against my chest.sunlight weeps while shadows play,and the sap drips with want.the tongue of desirewrapped around the balls of longing,the dialogue of touching begins!and winter’s snows wait in perfect awe,as the birds begin their flight south!