another innocent goes down….
the soldiers of petroleum
buy a whore, a dime, a quarter.
dine on the flesh of children;
pray to the neon god.
waving the flags of mouths
that only speak with teeth.
nothing holy that cant be bought….
step on bodies without faces,
piss on the graves of babies….
winner take all, all is nothing!
and the wind of the beast
knocks at the blackened windows….
in the empty houses of the poor,
the worthless, the forgotten.
the sound of gunfire rips the stillness….
the gods of anger and self
fornicate in the stench,
keeping time to the rhythm
of oil rigs in a land gone black!
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to not believe
is a stronger opiatethan i am familiar with!but America is not a country,not a political process,not Wall Street, not big oil!America lives withinthe hearts of the working people.and we are strongerthan you think!we have arisen from the ashesand we demand hope!
years ago…
as a male aide.and i used to sitwith the elderly,as they lay dying,who often had no familyto be there.and i learned one ofthe great truths of life…listen!to the stories of living,to both the pain,and the joy,in the voice…to the hope thatcan only be faith…to the hum of love.to the defiant heart beating,to the soundof the…
the burnt fringe of the cloth
a lion roars in the dark,the child kneels and prays.he laid stone upon stonetill it touched the sky;the history of a manwho lived but to die!when all becomes nothing,nothing left behind;but the gift of the giver,and a satisfied mind.
small minds, small dreams,
small thoughts, small answers,to questions not small!playing the race game,the salvation game,the mine and yours game,the right and wrong game.like cattle herdedunknowingly to slaughter.every body a ticket,to pay the fare.bigger picture, bigger concepts,bigger than i and me!bigger risk, bigger world,bigger choices, small victories.
be true to your own paths.
that is your own.each of you is on a journey,that only you can take.there will be storms, tragedies,and fleeting moments of triumph.above all, keep on walking.be respectful!respect the people you meet…their thoughts, their feelings,their religious views,their sexual orientation,their way of life…but be true to yourself.doubt all things!question all things!even what i’ve told you.prove all things…
the burning bush…
an unknown planetwhere life does exist….a butterfly in winter,the Red Sea divided.the mother of Godat the community center!heal the sick!help the poor!stop all wars!set free all thoseimprisoned wrongly!house the homeless!be a father/motherto the orphaned child….stand arm to armin the face of prejudice….all this, and more…and i still cant touchyour heart….
rhyming…
the cries of dying children,
the cries of a dying earth,
the cry of humanity seaching
for itself!
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interbeing…
is as the same timethe raindropp that fell,that fed the tree,that burst into bloom!the bloom isat the same timethe smile that came afterthe tear…the tear and the smileboth parts of the same action…and still, part of the inactionof the mountain still,where the tree reachesand touches the sky…the sky, the tree, the mountain,the tear and the…
you tell me…
on a belief in God.looking at it fromthe Native Americans’ side…it would bebelief in your Godat the expenseof their God…and so it has beenthroughout history!i really dont believeGod kills off his competition,nor do i thinkmorality and freedomwere ever won with a sword.a compassionate Godnever goes off to war,never invades,never conquers by force.God is not a…
your body,
for your desires,but a home for your holiness!treat it as such.let your desires be controlledby your heart…warm your heartby the fire of your convictions!
when we lit the first fire in the cave,
the trees walked away as if they knew,rocks resigned theirselves to silence.darkness packed her belongings and left,the night shuddered with cold.waves hid in oceans, moonlight hid her face,even the wind changed her address!
respect the finger
the hand that takes yours,the feet walking by your side.the breath shared,and the sweat mingled.respect the scars thatremind you of yourself….respect the lovethat gives all without regret!
this old spicket
having stood the testof time and weather,heat and cold….surrounded by weeds,occasionally coveredby a lone spider’s web…rusted and tarnished…..just waiting….for someone toturn the knob!