October sundown

a car racing madlytowards the cliff.hungry for life,and groping the shadowsfor the forms of lightthat you cant quite touch.slow down, slow down,be still, and listen with your feelings….wait on the knock, the strong voiceof the stranger who lives….beyond that door!dont be afraid, and dont run!that stranger is you!

they padlocked your house,and repoed your car…the years have passed,have taken their toll.even the fires of love,burned down to embers…at the end of the day,at the end of the road…all you have left are the children.they carry your heartto a new day and a new world…love the children!every child that is borncarries the holy seed.whatever…

food stamps about priordrug convictions,which was wrong…but she did it tofeed her two children…and she has paid the money back!she got federal jail time.big banks lied, cheated,and basically stole onapplications for loans,made a big profit,showed a big loss,and got bailout money…justice, my ass!

the limbs of death bud,the grasses singfrom their deep stillness.shave the head,let go of…the arms of darkness,frozen blankets of snow.sweep the floors,sweep the ashes,leave the past for the fire.scarred souls become gardens,life birthed from experience.that stranger smiling at the door,could be love… could be!

death and destruction,the bed we’ve made.the hollowed out chime,the last clock on earth…destiny beckons,with hands torn and bruised.the wave roars as if sudden,a long time ingrained!even the bodies whisper,as if friends or family.while the scavengers waitat the foot of the grave.the voice of God silent,disgusted, and cold…and the mother weepsfor the children unborn!

tiny deaths, unclaimed sparks…or one long deathin illiterate stages,flesh scarred memories failing,deeper and deeper in the grain,the stink of rot, and becoming!broken wings and stolen kisses,lips scorched and fingers broken,beyond names and naming,beyond words and thinking…till nothing is left,but raw sound,and the veins of the decayed leaf,shouting silence, and redemption!