in the heated hour
of our darkest night…
is our heart calling
out to our soul!
if our ego be the disease,
then it is in our naked self
that we find the cure!
we cry out to a god,
so close, hidden in plain sight!
beneath our sweat,
and within our very breath!
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revolution can simply be defined
demanding both faces and names!
freedom and capitalism
neither are justiceand capitalism!you say it’s un-Americanto protest against Wall Street,and the money system.i say it’s un-Americanfor millions to go jobless,homeless, and hungry….while you pad your pockets.you got rich by thesweat of our brow….you need to stand back,and look at the truth….before it knocks you down!
he said he needed
the image of a cheapbottle of wine drippedfrom his eyes…i gave hime the money,and a couple of smokes.time has a way of bringing,even from the grave!
that old woman who walks naked
stepping barefoot on fallen petals,leaving her footprints in the dew damp earth.who feeds all the cats in the neighborhood,and pours a little bourbon in her coffee.who uses the same cup and plate everyday,and likes to read just before dawn.who smokes unfiltered Pall Mall’s,and keeps all her pictures turned down.whose phone is always off the hook,whose…
drink the cup till it’s gone,
embrace the darkness!dance barefoot on the embers.cut your finger, and bleed!step from the nest,open the door and walk outside.leave your treasures behind.set sail without a destination.never pray with words,love without hesitation…breathe in the dust and the grime,be drunk with living!
your tongue
my soulin the darkness.my fingersplay the stringsof your longing.i awakenfrom a dream.hot, and hungry.lost, and searching!