old train hurtles by,

failure to pay taxes,mistresses, deals donebehind closed doors,votes bought and sold…lies upon lies upon lies.you have to be wealthy to lead?you cant stand on your own works,you have to stab someone elsein the back?none of you have a clue…what real life is like!when a system becomes this corrupt,you have to take it down to the…

from the darkest skies,if i pulled the rainfrom the clouds that hang.if i seeped the stillnessfrom the mountains strong,if i took the colorfrom the rose unopened.if i took the tastefrom the applebefore it ripened,if i pulled the nailsfrom the coffinand raised the body.if i took the gunsfrom the soldiers,and replaced themwith flowers…if i took the…

whether to justify or testify,that lives be not lived in vain.all that’s strange, the cry for change,the burned out buildings moan.the tried and true, the old and new,the lonesome refugee’s song.no need for preacher, or well paid teacher,this blade against the wheel.no vain illusions driven by confusion,let us speak of what is real.the blood stained…

i live by is compassion!if..we….live……under……..compassionand…walk….. by…….compassioneverything else takes care of itself!

i can taste…cornbread, beans,fried chicken,hell, everything fried!barbeque, good whiskey,southern baptist revivals,dark eyed girls moaning,fresh turned earth on the plow,oak split by the axe,squirrels, rabbits, and frogs…and yes, the hanging tree,the buses partitioned by hate,the factories sucking life’s blood,now shut down and haunted.the milk cows gone dry,and doors that are now locked.the meth lab taste of…

held the earthin his hands…until time and stormfinally had their way.the man standingin the shadows,plowed and planted,season after season,till winter greyclosed the last door.the man standingin the shadows,built a houseand a bridge…and swept room and porchtill it was finished.the man standingin the shadows,picked up nests of straw,and opened tiny cages,blowing light from cupped handstill the…