long gifted, now trembles,
but just a little.
wipes tears and fights injustice,
buttons the collar of respect.
takes down your hair,
like rain falling on leaves.
bandages the dog’s paw,
lights the fire late at night.
turns the pages of the book,
strokes the inside of your neck.
unleashes volcanoes,
opens the door of the cage.
and sprinkles dirt on the graves,
of those that came before…
softly puts down the pen,
and puts out the candle.
for it belongs to the wind,
to the stars, and your heart!
always thinking of the bottom line.and now his benefitshave run out!you’ve got an angryJesus with a gun,and a hungry family,on the streets.black Jesus, white Jesus,brown Jesus, red Jesus…it dont matter,take your pick…he’s standing in your doorway!
there lies a sameness,that joins us together!
rhyming…the cries of dying children,the cries of a dying earth,the cry of humanity seachingfor itself!
you can feel,but not define!closing your eyes,you can see!breathing in deeply,you can know!
all nationalities,different educational levels,diverse viewpoints respected,male and female, young and old….shedding light on the human condition.daring to question, to defyall weight of gravity to silence…bringing a cup of water to the thirsty,compassionate ears and hands involved.from heart to heart, soul to soul,with honest eyes speaking….and passionate belief in all that lives!
the cries for peace and equality,for human dignity,and no more wars.the music, the poetry,the communal lifestyle…but the deaths were many.assassinations, Hoover style.and those lost to heroin,who fell off the edge.thousands killed in Vietnam,you’d think we would have learned…but life went on,the wheel kept turning.50 years later,two more wars,not to mention invasions.things worse than ever before.we…
