judge only actions
whether give or take.
whether an act of compassion,
or the act of ignorance…
yet beneath every action
there lies a reason,
that more often than not
you will never see.
actions have a cost,
inaction, even more.
even choice exacts a toll,
be careful of your path.
never judge a person,
leave that to infinity,
and when you look at actions,
see both source and result!
when you look at your neighbor,and see god…when you look at god,and see yourself…then, you finally know!
the ghosts of deathwalk among us….with faces we canalmost remember, almost…nowhere to hide!cant wipe the tastefrom our lips….we look in the mirrorat swords drawnand bitter eyes lostin the blindness and the fury….self destroys self…tick tock… this aint Jesus calling!
pounds its chest and shouts,‘i have left my mark! ‘yet the soul laughs quietly,shakes the dust from its feet…and turns with a grin,knowing well the banter of fools!
out the door, out of sight.the body he left behind,nothing but an empty shell!the mourners wept for the body.who sings the song ofthe spirit set free?who sees with his eyes?who knows his heart?perhaps the blind manat the piano…perhaps the cat that followedhis steps, in search of food!perhaps the wind thatclosed the door behind…perhaps the ones…
he can make out a lone crowflying just over the treetops….can feel the sunlight turningthe wheel, as seasons change.can hear the big trucksout on the interstate…lying back on his bunk,he closes his eyes….can feel his spirit leavinghis beaten body behind….turning back time, and years,and most of all, choices….back before the cars, the whores,the dope, the…
an unknown breeze ruffles the curtains,as fire enters through the window.love is a storm, and the aftermath.stillness, and life in disarray.so seldom we touch the lightning,and seldom we kiss the thunder.and only if we’re very lucky,can we reach and touch a falling star…feel the intimate warmth of its passing,knowing that nothing will ever be the…
