the garden does not own the crop,

then who walks the valley of bones,hearing voices from another world?whose footprints in the waters?whose scream etched in stone?whose hands rising from the darkness,whose grunt births the dawn?can you feel this heat of nearness?the softness inside this shadow?even the candle’s flame flickers,as if whispering some hidden truth!and the moments tick by shaking tambourines,while words undress…

the more i love other people!

betrayed by our own greed,by the sins of ‘I, Me, Mine’…carrying the weight of the wars,the patriotic lies,the lives taken,the peoples abused.the karmic curseof Native American blood,the bodies of the slaves,buried beneath the hanging tree.the muffled cries of the immigrantswho did our farm work,and were herded like cattle.the ghosts of the common workerspounding the unemployed…

genders, colors, or creeds…cannot be bought,or sold,bartered, or pawned.cannot ever be for the fewat the expense of the many!is not a political issue,or a budget cut,or a ‘war against terror’!liberty begins withinthe human heart,is joined from soul to soulwith both sameness and difference.one person’s liberty is dependantupon the liberty of thosearound him… liberty is responsible!liberty,…

the last tick of the clock…last turn of the engine,the last song, the last dance.the last prayer, the last goodbye.the last leaf fallingfrom the last tree standing…thunder struck,and hungry for more!

might cause disrespectof other faiths….ban the booksthat dont march to the beat,that dont follow the lie…no discipline, no values,let them learn at home….give them a crack pipe,teach them to abuseanyone that’s different…teach them to make money….for you! ….send the ones that fall outoverseas to fight….or to prison to learn,to master their craft….dont let them exercise…