‘neath the tree…
purify for Ramadan….
or perhaps even more sacred,
more holy than all of these….
because of what you believe,
and who you are…
join together, and work for world peace!
God, by whatever name,
created each and all in His image!
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a fair tax plan:
0 – 20,000 = 0 percent (poverty)20,000 – 30,000 2.5%30,000 – 40,000 5%40,000 – 50,000 7.5%50,000 up to – 10 %250,000 up – 12.5%take the load off of the poor,and put it where it belongs!no loopholes!make adjustments for single payers,and families of different sizes!
what makes you think i was ever gone?
leaves turn and fall like lovers separated,but the tree stands firm and strong!the robin’s nest carried away by rats,yet wings leave footprints in the sky.clouds seem to know, and tread softly,in respect for that which cannot be taken.mountains undress in the darkest hour,while all else sleep inside the shell.the lantern searches the old woman’s face,for…
Reagon babies lying dead
oil battles there, even toSouth America!American workers stand in lineto buy the goods they lost jobs to…bailing out the bankswith more borrowed money!more Chevy’s sold in China,than are sold here!Japan’s Hiroshima carsflood the market…their kids stay in school,their workers have jobs!yet still whaling, and nuclear disaster!terrorists steal planes,or get elected to office….trading clean water for…
i looked in the mirror,
the history of the ages,creation and destruction.saw passion and faith,wars, freedom, and hunger.saw the murderer and the murdered,the philosopher, and the thief.saw both justice and injustice,ignorance and understanding.saw peoples of all colors,crying out for help.saw fury and forgiveness,saw beauty and ugliness.saw the face of my neighbor,saw the image of God…i shook my head,and looked again…and…
i love you…..
after so much time…time lived together,two souls wrapped in one spirit…two hearts that cannot beatwithout the other…train wrecks, stars collide,and yet the light remains…and the dust of worlds destroyedforms the beginning again and again…who are you without me?who am i without you?night cannot be without day….this fire returns from ashes….the simple brush of hands,eyes meeting…
suddenly brushing against you,
i realized we are strangers,drawn by an intimate flame.your soul smells like my socks,and yet my voice falls empty…unnamed raindrops,clinging to unspoken grass!