and experience….
once carried by life,
now left behind,
a gift? or just memory…
echoing the sound
of waves pounding
some far off shore….
waiting for the hands
of a child!
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falling stars
young men killed,their lives soldto an unjust cause…you’ve wonderedwhere hope went…the price of abarrel of oil!
total anarchy…
the mourners wept,lips numb and bleeding.plastic prayers,to no avail…‘in god we trust…’and god just died!
the scars of love,
into the wood….rivulets worn deepinto the face of stone…the coming of springin a brown crumbling leaf….the light trappedon the bottom ofthe cave’s darkness…..the look of fear hiddenin the lines neath your eyesas you brush lightly with death,and squeeze my handagainst the cold….the prayers i liftwith unspoken yielding,trading my heart for yours….trading my eyesfor the soft…
working 32 hours a week,
to buy third world clothesfrom minimum wage Walmart cashiers,made by Asian childrenin sweat shop conditions…spend the change onwar raped, terror raped,bomb raped, third world oil…3.69 a gallon gasoline.crinkled dollar bills…‘In God We Trust’!
what if we just closed
and you placed your hand in mine?what if we walked awayfrom the stink of gunpowder,would they know that we were gone?what if we gave what we owned,however small,to the homeless and the hungry?what if we shared a cup of coffee,and took a long walk in the evening rain?what if we laughed and listened,and drank in…
it is not the light
stirs your soul…but the darknessthat defines the light!