she said:

using a lot of different forms, justtrying to be heard….but i’ve come to the understandingthat whether i write it, sing i, play iton guitar, paint it, dance it, or writeit on signs and march it…..doesnt matter!what matters is whether i live it!when i can look into another human being’seyes and not see color, gender, religiousor…

would crucify Jesus again,and take Buddha’s outer kingdomover his inner one!we limit our conceptsod God and infinityto our own understanding,when that which createdthe cosmos lives withineach of us, withinthe tiniest insect,the branch soon to bud!enlightenment, the pile of dungyou just stepped in,knowing that you stepped in it!there need be no more!

and didnt,for any truthi should have spoken,but kept silent.for anyonei could have helped,but turned the other way.for any injusticei should have fought,but did nothing…i ask forgiveness.for any time…i’ve stood upand fought,extended a hand,given more than i could,stood against the crowd…i feel no remorse.i am a man…you are eithera man, or a woman…in the end,that is…

you’re alltongue andgroove!you salt my desirelike no one else can.hidden beneath layersof self-imposed hurt,and walls you built,hiding from yourself.you rage against the stormsof life, your hand quiversat the wheel!i wait; a small birdon your windowsill….for time to bring you backfrom the land of the dead!

no human beings are illegal!they’re just human beings.for the second thing,we’re all immigrants here!or the sons and daughtersof the sons and daughtersof immigrants.if a man is willing to come hereand work to support his family,putting cash back into the economy,let him work! let him stay!let those that would contribute do so.if you have to deport…

you no longer haveany reason to pretend,that you have nothingof value left to lose,that you cant change the past…that the people that love you,love you in spite of yourself.that the people you hateare just reflections of you.that life cant be possessed,and is not about possessing.that what you leave behindis your heart… nothing more!that death is…

attaining the heightsand depths of smallness…unfolding, unwrapping,of such is living;layer upon layerwe discover ourselvesin everything that breathes,in clouds, trees bent with rain.in the hollow of the windwhere all is stillness…..in the ordinary, the common,we find stardust in a bird’sabandoned nest, in a nailon the side of the barn…rusted with time

a meteorite cutfrom an unknown planet.the memory of Goddrawn on cave walls…a nuclear blast,dust forms from formless!the heretic’s trial,fire and defiance.cold rain falling like needlesto the frozen ground.darkness and light;evolve and change….the human heart opens,wolves howl, babies cry.the wind blows a broken shutteragainst an empty house!

as a male aide.and i used to sitwith the elderly,as they lay dying,who often had no familyto be there.and i learned one ofthe great truths of life…listen!to the stories of living,to both the pain,and the joy,in the voice…to the hope thatcan only be faith…to the hum of love.to the defiant heart beating,to the soundof the…

fed the hungry, healed the sick,and stood up and stopped all wars?what if you peeled back the mask of prejudice,and exposed the beating heart?what if you walked on the water?what if you built a temple,using only your own hands?what if you made your life a prayer?what if you gave all you had to the poor?what…

In the tiny petalThat fell from the roseIn your garden.The quiver of your lipsAs you lay sleeping.The grey streak,In your hair.The hurt in your heart,When you don’t hear from.The stop and go,The journey of your hand,To my heart.The bark of the dog,Long gone.

the needle of debtexacts its cost.men are just men,dreams are made for sipping.the spirits of dead loversinhabit bodies at night.and the light flickers,grabs, taunts, is lost.we write bibles,coughing in the night!

the touch of your hairfalling down your shirtthe smell of your skinblowing across the bedthe gasping of your breaththe silence never saidthe silence never saidyou are my chocolateyou are my Magdeleneyou are my Everestjumping on your trampolineyou are my daybreakfalling down like summer rainyou are my flash of lifeyou are my novacaineyou are my novacainethe…

mountains undressed,lit by the Painter’s brush;momentarily…sucks the oxygenfrom the air,leaving me gaspingfor words….……..2……..the hands on the great clockbent under the weight,waves pounding hard againstthe breakers.the fire flickers, almost dies,bursts into flame.the ghost of longingwalks out of the grave!……..3……..the earth tremors,tall buildings fall!the wail of the dyingfills the air…the stench of blood andburning flesh chokes the…

there is a whisperingthat fills the cardboard boxes.the cans and bottles playan unearthly music.and vacant houses talk to god,or perhaps the demons of poverty.the wind stops blowing,and the stink hangs like a cloud…the evidence of blind excess!the bodies of the nameless ones,rise from the filth of forgotten.the rats join ranks with stray dogs,and testify against…

the ghosts of deathwalk among us….with faces we canalmost remember, almost…nowhere to hide!cant wipe the tastefrom our lips….we look in the mirrorat swords drawnand bitter eyes lostin the blindness and the fury….self destroys self…tick tock… this aint Jesus calling!

into His feet, into His hands,He felt…the hunger of starving children,the pain of those sick,the lost agony of the homeless,the shame of the beaten…the repentence of the fallen,the last hope of the downtrodden.the dignity of the poor,the torment of those in chains…take Him off of that cross!it’s our turn to be human.time to be who…

of a young woman sleeplesswaiting for daylightthe sound of church bells ringingnot too far awaythe sound of an old man dyingremembering how to praythe sound of two hearts breakinga thousand miles apartof the last tear a fallin’unseen in the darkthe sound of lifetimes wastedof a love that didnt lastthe sound of memories forgottenof a time…