yet were never apart.
that never kissed,
whose lips never parted.
that never spoke,
yet discovered language.
that never woke,
yet never slept!
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in my dreams…
running with the pack,howling in the moonlight!sometimes a hawk,gliding spiraled unchained skies…an old bluesman,sittin’ on a porch pickin’.a half naked priest,chanting o’er stormy seas.a poet, prisoner, woman giving birth,a man hanged for wrong reasons.a lover killed by a jealous blade.a bent over man picking crops,in someone else’s fields…a drifter, and a searcher,and on a good…
are we then human?
we light our cigarettesoff the heads of starving children,drink wine made fromthe blood of dead soldiers.even our gods see through colored lenses!afraid of the truth,we chip away at the stone.turning off our lights to undress.perfumed by the scent of dead animals,shamed by the stink of human need!‘Jesus died for our sins…’we hold our sins closeas…
forty plus years
and night…and all i haveto show for it is…the dust in my pockets,holes in my jeans,and a stack of billsi cant pay…no insurance,no retirement,no house on the hill….just another victimof the American Dream!
when i die,
this body,and take the ashesto the streetdown in front ofthe housing projects,where people liveday to day,moment to moment,just trying to survive…or you can take themto the countries ravagedby starvation,and pour them outon the side of the roadwhere families are dying…or you can take themto any street cornerin the world, where youngboys and girls are sold…
long shadows cast,
the bare branch scrapesagainst the windowof the house left vacant.the desk left cluttered,as if in waiting.the candle half burned,naked without fire.the woodstove cold as ice.the gravel drive now virgin,the mailbox rusted shut.the yard oozes like an open wound,in the womb of stillness.nothing moves, nothing at all!another world?maybe it never was!the rope tied in a noose,the…
you search for God
kneeling before tofu altarsof your own conveniencebut what you search forhas never been lost!cant be defined by rhetoric’s shape,cant be contained by names, sects, or creeds…& cant be bought with plastic card faith…what you search foris the spaceinside the shellthe place where the soundof the oceanabides in stillnessyou are that shell!what you search foris already…
O lovers, lovers it is time
to set out from the world.
I hear a drum in my soul’s ear
coming from the depths of the stars.
Our camel driver is at work;
the caravan is being readied.
He asks that we forgive him
for the disturbance he has caused us,
He asks why we travelers are asleep.
Everywhere the murmur of departure;
the stars, like candles
thrust at us from behind blue veils,
and as if to make the invisible plain,
a wondrous people have come forth.
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Sonnet Cxlv by William Shakespeare
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not pressMy tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;Lest sorrow lend me words and words expressThe manner of my pity-wanting pain.If I might teach thee wit, better it were,Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so;As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,No news but health…
Sonnets Iii by William Shakespeare
WHEN to the Sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,And weep afresh love’s long-since-cancell’d woe,And moan th’ expense…
I was dead, then alive.
The power of love came into me,and I became fierce like a lion,then tender like the evening star.He said, ‘You’re not mad enough.You don’t belong in this house.’I went wild and had to be tied up.He said, ‘Still not wild enoughto stay with us!’I broke through another layerinto joyfulness.He said, ‘Its not enough.’I died.
Sonnet 1: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase by William Shakespeare
From fairest creatures we desire increase,That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,But as the riper should by time decease,His tender heir might bear his memory;But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,Making a famine where abundance lies,Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.Thou that art now the…
How long will you think about this painful life?
The only thing it can take from you is your body.Don’t say all this rubbish and stop thinking.
Sonnet Cxx by William Shakespeare
That you were once unkind befriends me now,And for that sorrow which I then did feelNeeds must I under my transgression bow,Unless my nerves were brass or hammer’d steel.For if you were by my unkindness shakenAs I by yours, you’ve pass’d a hell of time,And I, a tyrant, have no leisure takenTo weigh how once…