someone sent me a letter,

sunlight colors the morningwith a hundred things to do.cars speed by going nowhere,the railroad tracks are empty.the old store building creaks,the windows boarded over.the ghosts of small town heroesgoing to and fro unseen.a different world, a different me,and then there was you!

to legislate love.sadder still,when we seek to define loveby our own narrow perceptions,and call it moral law.diversity is not an evil word,neither is equality…the law of love is unwritten,unbound by concepts or prejudice…and can only be definedby the individual human heart!

listen to the crackle & darkness breathing…whispering ghostsnothing needs to be saidstillness is the bridgeclose yr eyes & stareat drawings on the cave wallsold dog startled, stands upas if the fur on his backcan feel the presence!only the smell of black coffee…& the prayers of the moon!

of the Great Depression,the bodies falling from windows,when the stock market crashed.i am the victims of Mccarthyism,the troubadour of the working class.i am the young boy hangingfrom the arch above the door.i am the woman washing clothesin a stained old sink.i am the old man stacking firewood,i am the young man bulletproof.i am the lovers’…

we built this countryon the backs of slaves.we made this country prosperouswith the bodies of underpaid factory workers.we spread democracywith the sword of felony and greed.we fed this country,and foreclosed the farms of the farmers.and you wonderwhy we are where we are now!

if you’re still,you can feel their pulse,waiting….chainsaws and axes,matches and hearth.you are alive!just below your numbness,if you’re still,you can feel your pulse,waiting…chainsaws and axes,matches and hearth.God is alive!just beyond your conceptions,if you’re still,you can feel eternity’s pulse,waiting…chainsaws and axes,matches and hearth.