a lion roars in the dark,
the child kneels and prays.
he laid stone upon stone
till it touched the sky;
the history of a man
who lived but to die!
when all becomes nothing,
nothing left behind;
but the gift of the giver,
and a satisfied mind.
Similar Posts
Woody Guthrie,
with your dust covered boots,and your old flop hat.your rusted stringsringing out freedomfor all to hear…your words exposing fascists….your heart free as the sky…Woody Guthrie,tell me which way to turn….those dust covered roadsfilled with the lost again…aint no more trains to hop,aint no work to find….and the armed thugs are comingto take us away…Woody Guthrie,tell…
there lives….
leaves, in bare limbs.centuries inside mountains,flow within rivers….corn in the deadened earth.fire within the match,rain within the clouds.a baby in a lover’s touch….a roar within the lion.a world inside a turtle’s shell,a story in the old man’s smile.families in the cementary…oppression inside of oil.freedom, in a prison cell,hope, in the addict’s shaking hands.healing, in the…
what i value most
the touch, the pain,the edge of the wheel.the color of the wind,the name of the rain.the groan of mountains,the call of the winding river.the hands, the eyes,the words beneath words.the work, the sweat,and the evening fire!
old dog, old dog,
on this journeyfor either of usto go home alone…you know my secrets,and i know yours…and we’ve both pissedon the boundariesof lives well lived.strong and faithful,now old and blind…through the darknesspast the light…to beginning and end!
has it always been easier
to listen to your brother?that which we kill forfades with time,and is lost…the gods we worship,printed in denominations,shipped in barrels!who are we lying to?we dig graves likewe’re burying treasure.morality driven by profit,profit at the expense of…we drench the streets of hellwith urine and holy dogma!the faces in the mirror,both gavel and cost!