on the stand

faintly smelling like spring rainremembered in the fall.the first lips you kissed,the first time you tastedyour own blood.a good cigar, anda shot of french brandy.the film of timecovering the eyes.taking away sharpness,finding form in the vagueand near forgotten!a Bible that smellslike damp newspapers;shovelfuls of earth,and an old Irish hymn.and the weight of the undoneswings like…

0 – 20,000 = 0 percent (poverty)20,000 – 30,000 2.5%30,000 – 40,000 5%40,000 – 50,000 7.5%50,000 up to – 10 %250,000 up – 12.5%take the load off of the poor,and put it where it belongs!no loopholes!make adjustments for single payers,and families of different sizes!

you killed Abel,his blood crying outfrom the earth,from every shore,from every land…your own brother,and nothing silences the cry!

then you are already dead.when you have no more to give,then you’ve closed,and bolted the door.when your eyes no longer see beauty,then you are forever blind!when you are not touchedby the need of all living beings…then they shovel dirt,and mumble prayers!

looking downto the beating heartheld in hands so gentle….loving, molding, preparinghim for the pathwayto his personal cross….Madonna tears,falling warm and wet,down the face that mapsthe destinies of those that suffer….tears that have names,known by no other….nailed one by one till death relieves.Madonna hope,wrapped in flesh and longing,head bowed down,as if to pray!

truth be known we’ve failed,more often than we won.your heart and my heart,grown together hid inside each other.to be a real man and a woman,gotta be friends first to be lovers.you walk away and shut the door,but i catch you when you fall.then you come running whenyou know my backs against the wall.right and wrong,…