of ignorance and fear
from around my neck….
take your shackles
from my feet….
nobody owns me,
and nobody ever will.
i am not a number…
i have a name!
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in the midnite hour ‘neath the street lamp shadows,
and the heart stripped bare has no need to lie…the taste of your lips, the tears that i cant cry.with beaten hands and swords into plows;giving all that i am, more than i can do without.i’d trade eternity for one moment by your side…with your hand in mine and nothing left to hide.making love in…
an acorn contains the universe,
the flicker and flameof small twigs burningreturns light to the stars.the rumble of distant thunderin every leaf that falls.a prayer held in everydropp of rain… a babyborn in the face ofevery mountain’s movement…the depth of love ragingbeneath the snows of winter….death, or spring….. time decides….each has it’s own cup!each has it’s own flame!
there is a place,
there is a heart,there is a prayer.there is a tear,and arms that rhyme.there is a daywhen somebody cares.there is something deeper,we dont understand.that dares to touch,and breaks the shell.there is something more,than castles built of sand.that you cant take,cant buy or sell.the strangers touch,in the rose that blooms.in the child that’s crying,the man near death.tis…
indifference
hatred…it begins within,and spreads outto all that’s aroundhim….a cancerinflicted bythe self onthe self….for which theworld pays!
robin’s nest,
from scrapsof living.rainswept,the earth,a lover satisfied!shadows of the wheel,turn slow as the sun.tiny deaths,the spider’s web,glints in the light.the last barkof the mongrel dog,cups and plates stackedin the drainer to dry.forever, the book fallsto the floor.love tastes like rust,rust and burnt coffee!
you want to still my voice…
yet birds will circle where i’m held,singing the songs of freedom!you want to silence me forever,so you kill this body.yet the flowers on my grave,and the very dirt,will sing of justice and equality!