i realized we are strangers,
drawn by an intimate flame.
your soul smells like my socks,
and yet my voice falls empty…
unnamed raindrops,
clinging to unspoken grass!
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a fair tax plan:
0 – 20,000 = 0 percent (poverty)20,000 – 30,000 2.5%30,000 – 40,000 5%40,000 – 50,000 7.5%50,000 up to – 10 %250,000 up – 12.5%take the load off of the poor,and put it where it belongs!no loopholes!make adjustments for single payers,and families of different sizes!
dormant
door mat!old men needa little lovingtoo!fan the embers, baby…this old fire’snot gone out!and the long darknight is coming.
just poor folks,
sleeping in a corner‘neath old handmade quilts.scrubbing scarred floorswith pinesol pride mops….while the smell of cornbread andbeans hangs in the air…..stuffing cracks in the windowsagainst the cold…kerosene heater,2 five gallon cans….a bare light bulbhangs over the table….they sit in silence….reading and thinking…the old car in the drive,might crank, and might not….but that’s tomorrow….and tonite,they’re almost…
turn down the wick!
a time for prayer, anda time for just being…in stillness.you and i have felt things,known things, seen things,that most people never noticein their mad rush to the grave!feel the wind blowing throughthe alleys, tugging at the doorsof vacant buildings… you knowits name… it has beenyour lover, and your companion!watch the sunlight dancing throughthe shadows, lapping…
if we really knew what god ‘is’…
no inequalities, no discrimination…if we knew that we are this ‘is’…i wouldnt have to write this!
‘you know…
Jesus’ baby,you know…the one they foundin the dumpster,down in the church cemetaryneath an unmarked stone…the only oneswho came to mourn,were three crows,and two mongrel dogs…the last prayer,the falling rain! ‘