rhyming…
the cries of dying children,
the cries of a dying earth,
the cry of humanity seaching
for itself!
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black feathered wings,
eyes covered by shell,blood stained lips.lost somewhere between,sky, and the fall.limping with hesitation,still answers the call.with mortal bruisesin the shadow of immortality.takes the final curtain,senses raw with spirituality….destined to be humanby a God who longs,to put form to hunger,discover light in the dawn!
the body hanging on the cross,
ears alive, eyes seeing, heart beating,till the end.hands open, feet walking,till driven by nails…of such is true religion!are we then any of these things?
hold Thor’s hammer in your hand,
sit at the feet of Plato,wander the worlds with the Hopi…draw swords with the samurai,search for the codes of da vinci…watch the times and the seasons,and be hungry for change!hold the beating heart in your handstill all names are forgotten…till all colors are one color,and the language is blood.sit beneath the tree with Buddha,and understand…
my God and your God
but if they be true,they have the same last name!Compassion!until we understand this abiding truth,we cannot go further on our individualpaths to eternity!
the hand that
and struck anotherman down…the hand that stolethe money to feedhis family that was hungry….the hand that wrote angry words,threw a stone through the window.the hand that shut the door,leaving the stranger outside…the hand that toredown all that it had built,feeling the rage of alone….the hand that pulled the trigger,pushed the button,rang the register…..the hand that…
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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The light in the window
But a thousand faces!
the stink on your breath,
the blood on your lips,human blood…the scars on your handsmatch the scarson your heart…you are not alone,you are not alone….the only true valueis the value of a human being.all true actionscome from the point of dignity.holiness, not aloof or afar,human flesh, breath, and bones…you are not alone,you are not alone…
beneath every pebble on the path…
contained in every raindrop,set free in moonlight searching darkness.in every tick of every moment,in the hand that has a facethat has a name.in the whisper of silencethat words cannot express,in the hollow of the shellthat rhymes with echo….every brown skinned face,every white and black.every song of the soul,of backs bent with work.every dream often unspoken,every…
the poor have souls too…
their hands have worked the hoe,pushed the plow, swung the axe…have held their children,and touched with love.their needs are real,and the same as all others.their hunger raw and real,their minds needing answers.they dont need anyone elseto live their lives,they want to live their own.peace, warmth, food, and shelter…and medical care!doesnt seem like too much to…
poetry is merely the human hymn,
we see and feel… touch, taste,and smell, and what we dont know,and cant understand. each livingbeing is a universe in itself, andeach is just a splotch of a patchworkquilt. when one being exhales, anotherinhales… the earth turns, night comesto relieve the day, morning comes tofulfill night… such is the rhythm oflife, the beat of the…
sometimes i think
the old road warriors,need to pack up and go…go where we have to go,do what we have to do,give what we have to give…to bring the change!we have both seen,and felt the wind.have touched the fire,have reached to the sky.we have loved with a passion,they dont even know…the scars we wear,are our own!maybe if we…