to the jagged rocks below.
wings scorched, flying too
close to the sun….
eyes stinging with the dust
of a thousand worlds
that have come and gone…
sweat glistening on the marks
and bruises left by struggle.
the stink of fear clutching
at our throats, heavy on our chests…
we stare into each other’s eyes,
without a word, join hands,
and make the leap….
flying, or falling….
as one!
is only fear disguised,fear….of…….ourselves….fear of the reflectionof ourselves in each other….fear….of……our. …….own………..failures…fear< br>….of……our……..own…….. ..mortality!
hypnotic mind control trance…stood up to the Mafia!told LBJ he knew the truth…stood up to J Edgar Hoover,and you couldnt do that…race riots, war protests,Vietnam machine rolled on…how many dead?who pulled the trigger?
While the world grieves,Shedding tears of blood.While the body of the child,Is buried with the mother.And hunger hauntsOur sleepless dreams.While the caskets are counted,And prayers come too late.Yet the bus is on time,And the time clock waits.While nothing done,Becomes action by cost.As images drownBoth memory and names.The guilt we wear…Stinks!
spend enough moneyevery eight days,to feed the hungryof the world for a year!what the hell are we thinking?if we fed the hungry,housed the homeless,took care of the sick,and gave everyone the chanceto work for a fair wage…what would be left to fight for?if we taxed the rich,and brought down the conceptof different classes…if we learned…
from my father to my sonand his wife….and my granddaughter,who at nine monthsfinds great joyin the smallest of things….this is what we havethat we cant afford to lose,this, and only this….family, and the wonderof the world through….a child’s eyes!
i cant say that i’ve been blindbuilding castles in the sandseems kinda funny for me to saywords i’ve said beforefeeling’s too heavy for me to prayon the banks of the shoreon the banks of the shoreat the foot of the crossmy heart’s aching and soreand my soul’s feeling lost…could You spare an angel or twoput…
