naked souls sharing thoughts
on the bridge to eternity.
with all baggage left behind,
nothing left but feet and desire.
underneath the banner of doubt,
we find long awaited faith.
compadres walking side by side,
if just for a forever moment.
evolving and dissolving
into the grain of another.
lost children sharing lostness,
find home in a holy instant.
and leaving particles
of dust and self,
are strengthened for the journey.
candle wax, and human blood!
this pathway made of living.the bridge of doing and done,the shelves of dying laid by hand.the bed made with reverent memories,the pot of giving boiling on the stove…then light the match,i’ll burn it all down…and wrap your body in holy ashes!
word we say, either brings life, or takes life!
wearing Wall Street suits!
and infuse our schools with open minded passion,and the unrestrained hunger to learn…when each child is given equal opportunity,is presented all sides of issues,and given the freedom to choose….when we stand behind our teacherswith both respect and awe….only then, will education be both real and just!
in the hands that plow the earth,that build, shape, and mold.in the colors of the prism,dividing light stream by stream.in the raw and beating heart,and the red blood pulsing.in the day that follows darknesswithout thought or plan.in the breath inhaled and exhaled,in the hand that fits in mine!
the boy that broke inand tried to rob her…she sat staring into spacewhile the policemendid their job…suddenly she began to weep…they tried to comfort her,but she just wept harder.they told her it was over,that she was all right.she finally spoke in a broken voice:‘i was thinking about my son…’‘where is he? we’ll get himfor you,…
