with the courage to risk,
with the commitment to give,
with the willingness to lose…
and the determination
to get back up!
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i am still water, moonlit and waiting.
the letter written in blood.the fool tripping over windmills,the beacon from a distant shore.dust in the corner, dew on the grass,the eyes of the racoon,the bat hanging upside down.the whisper of moss,the depths of the cave.the pine tree fallen across the path.i am the kiss long silent,the iron skillet, the tin cup.i am the body…
i am the nail half-bent,
……rusted by the rain.the body of the young man shot…left in the streets,…..the bullet, and the silence.the trembling hand that lights the pipe,….and the anger deep inside.……the young woman giving birth,the light that screams for darkness.…the door latch broken…..on the vacant house,and the roar of the empty.…the waves that break the barricade,…..leaving dead fish on…
you bomb…
of the world,with ignorant patriotic pride,taking what is notyours to take!you bomb…the poor children of America,with napalm poverty,taking what is notyours to take…you bomb…the children of the common,that stand in the wayof your excess,taking what is notyours to take…you have no conscience…so, you bomb!
tears,
forbidden walls.prayer,the handthat dares.forgiveness,the act,being God!nuclear,mankinds defianceof infinity!evolution,spring, summer,autumn, winter…old,feet worn,still walking!apocalypse,redemption from,redemption to…tomorrow,bullet fired,too late!blood,the kissyou’ve forgotten!truth,deeper than,words spoken.farewell,this lifeburnt down!
you would harness the mules,
you would muzzle the dog,clip the wings of the hawk.you would cut the ancient oak,without thought or remorse.you would dam the river,and the consequences be damned.you would harness the sun,and enslave the wind….in the name of your god,to the beat of the drums.let the bones be your footprints,of the flesh make your boots.pluck the eyes…
we live on faith,
yet every step ordainedby destiny!my father thunder and lightning;my mother the wind,i cannot call by name,but am always in its grasp.through bruise and scar,despair and suffering.i may question the night,i may despise the day….but i keep moving with the rhythmof waves stroked by the moon….my father speaks!my mother wipes my brow;and my lover, the rain,…