poor man talking this morning,

…..into violent rebellion,is to attempt…to violently suppress it!every action..creates a like action…the surest way…to make freedom stand up……and fight,is to fight against it!you cannot put out a fire……with gasoline!you’d think they would figure this out!

rags stuffed in cracks,’round the windowsillsroaches run up the walls,Christmas music on the radiocut off notice on the table;young woman stares, half dreaming,of stockings with nuts and oranges(& the remembered scent of hot chocolate!)crack pipe falls to the flooras snow begins to fallsmall children with dirty facesplaying on a cold floor

on the knob andopen the door!there is moreto life than the boxes,the bows, and the ribbon.open the package!you are who you undress for!undress yourselffor yourself….open your mouthand let your song out!

woke up with a start;dreaming of sex, and death,and the ten thousand thingsi worry about, but cant change.get up,sweep the floor,pour a cup of coffee,stare out the window…night falling over the treeslike an anvil.who am i?a scarecrow witha cardboard heart,an adjustable wrench,broken, and discarded.a candle melted down,a doorbell thatdoesnt work anymore!an aching back…a set of…

spiritual teachers…looked at their lives,and their paths,would this not be it?break down prejudice,profit, and materialism…to the core of our beings,we are family.we need each other,need to be needed by each other.compassion demandsthat we are responsible!the fact that we allowpeople to go hungry,to be homeless,to suffer…while we seek to acquirewith insatiable thrust…is nauseating!the fact that we…

embedded deep,cutting from within….fingers burnt by the fire….the wail of darknessswelling through the tombsof the soul…walking the razor’s edge,and the stink of human flesh.nothing more immortal,more infinite, more redeeming…not even falling stars….the moment of human life,in minutes or years;that only the courageof revealing oneself can unwrap….the moment becoming eternitywhen simply given!