The Truth

in fact, she runs with the wolves,clothed in fur and claws and teeth!sometimes she is the moonlight,lighting their path,other times the wind,carrying their howls back to herself!dont talk to me of skin color,talk of blood! red, pulsing blood…flesh and sweat and desirewrapped in human spirit!

this wind that neverhad a home.this lonesome prayer,searching and hunting…it’s almost over,i’m nearly gone.this soul has wandered,the hills and valleys.this body goingfrom town to town.just this old guitar,the songs inside me.now it’s time,i’m going home.gonna find my heart,somewhere out there.as peaceful asthe moonlit night.i gave it all,you know that i cared.lay my body downon the…

to live with arms outstretched,or to run and hide.to dare to bewhat you believe….or to hide in someone else’s shadow…..to walk to the edge,spread your wings and fly….or to cower in fear in the nest.to get your hands dirty,or to turn the other way….to fall down, and get up,or to lie there and quit.to give…

to be the ‘in’ thing,to be cool, to be hip,never understood the needfor fame…never waited to be pattedon the back,never wanted to be followed…i am what i am!nothing more, nothing less.a common man,with a common heart,a common soul,and common hard working hands.i can honestly saythat i have lived,i have loved,i have given pastthe point of…

dogs and cats,trees, abandoned buildings,gardens plowed…old outhouses,worn out shoes,candles burned down,and wet matches!i follow spirits in the night,bathe naked in the moonlight.whisper to old tire swings,pray with tin roofs….listen to the agonies of slugs and snails,and rescue turtles from homicidal men.i write names in tire tracks,and sweep footsteps into dust.i burn old coverallsin sacrificial offering.i…

quiet, simple,full of intimate dissolving…as if reason identifiedin the sharing of breath!

to the devilto watch you dance…why arent you dancing?and who plows the fieldleft barren?

when time and years and chapters,testify in tired feet?the wars have ended,the guns are now still.even the storm left,a candle lit by the bed.do i know you?do you know me?or are we the sound…of doors opening and closing?i cant say your namewithout something in me dying…i cant see the sky,without seeing your face.are we so…

however feeble,to draw the wings of the hawkwith broken crayons,with which to fly.never knowing they’realready flying!

and waves….through battles againstforces unseen and unknown….through night and day….through want and need,through living and death,through prayer and doubt…through hope and hopelessness….carry it high, carry it always!the torch that can only be litwith human kindness!

i’ve grown tired of paper kingdoms& dreams that endwith the taste of blood in my mouth.i do not believe thatGod lives in synagogues & churches,or in the exhortations of evangelists,or in the rituals of priests…or in hell-fire & damnation,the sword of judgement, the end of time,or in holy graves…i see God in the eyes…the eyes…

mountains tremble, and trees fall.some souls are born thirsty,with a thirst that makesrivers run dry, and clouds weepwithout aching tears.some spirits are born reaching,from beneath the earthto the realm of the sky,touching, always daring to touch.some beings are born to love,and love so much so hard,that the void left by the floodcannot be filled…and so…

dont understand, another land,their heart beats just the same!we cannot live, ‘less we forgive,see our dreams in each others eyes.let go of greed, fill the need,let your prejudices die!my religion is compassion.swords to plowshares slowly fashioned.we can be what we imagine…unconditional, true passion!

peaceful rebellion.when, by choice, the freedomof one is sacrificed for thefreedom of many.believing that all men, andwomen, are indeed equal…in needs, rights, beliefs, and desire.believing that no manever owns another man….that dignity is not for sale.believing that no man, or woman,is ever free until all are free….and all share the right to respect,and the right…

and walked away from allwe knew.these hands,that laid brick,cut wood,plowed gardens,picked up trashbuilt fences for the dogs,held the childrenwhen they were small,held your handsat the hospitalstroked your body,touching forbidden placeswith gentleness andpassionwrote the poetryhidden in your eyesthese hands,now old and calloused,sometimes tremble,sometimes hard as stonethese hands are open,without fear or trepidation,unconditionally openwaiting for yours.

explodes from within,your trembling lips.batlles fought and lost,bodies by the roadside.we’ve come too far,we have nothing to hide.flame on the waterthat never goes out.every mile, every minute,there can be no doubt.falling stars wrapped,lives in a thimble.no deeper beauty,than the pure and the simple.given, no regrets,and nothing left behind.the ears of the deaf,the eyes of the…

the fact of injustice,or the fact that i’ve allowed it!if we dont stand upto stop a wrong,we become part of it!

in the whisper of darkness that taunts the moonlight.in the silence that roars, and is then still…in the prayers that children do not understand,in the dying old man’s aloneness.in the blood that testifies against the hands,in the hands that cannot escape the heart.in the feet walking by their own will,in the soul scarred by mistakes.in…