old men rust and creak,

and sing with a human voice…if rain was the medicinethat healed the wounds,the balm that freed the scars.and if fire be the soul,and wings be the spirit,would you come with me?if my body was the meat,and your heart was the knife,would we feed a lonely world?if my tongue was the brush,and your eyes were the…

that being said,let us be working dependents,allowing others to lean on us,to find refuge in our living,to count on us.at the same time…let us not be enslaved,used, abused, or treatedlike property!let our actions bethe actions of a free people,that have chosen to be involved!

with all consuming fire,burning every branch of self.i doubt all…and therefore believe,touching the untouchables,with reverence and awe.i chant…with dirty hands plowing,urine drenched eyes searching,living beneath all thought.i mourn…hearing the lament of dead bodies,doubled over with hunger,no place to lay my head.i burn…with uncontrolled passion,for the leaf, for the river,and the prayers of small children.i run…just…

and the hub are whatmakes it work! .poor people are the spokes,hard workin’ is the hub!if you take that away…the wheel becomes useless…(caves in on itself!)never forget the debt you oweto those around you!

spewed forthby the Wall Street,Pentagon pushing elite…the lies,that cover a dying earth,and hide the facesof starving millions,that bury the bodiesof the victims in unmarked graves.that strip the working classof all dignity and rights…the lies,and propaganda,nothing but the government’s heroin,doled out in measured doses,numbing the souls of the masses…but now the spoon is tarnished,the needle bent…

happens…storms come, destroying everythingbehind me. the moon comes out, andi find another fork in the path.voices whisper, and tell me it’sgoing to be all right… just keepwalking…i find i own nothing, not even theclothes on my back… my memories,merely twigs for the fire.and what i thought i knew, no morethan tiny sparks in the darkness…so…