when it starts to smell like
‘i dont care’…
when it reeks of
‘i dont have time to get involved’.
when it stares back at me from
an angry mirror.
when it turns and walks away
like some stranger….
when it hurts with every step i take!
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i cannot and will not stand
whether it be homeless people,street bums, addicts, or small children…and even dogs and cats abandonedby their ‘owners’….the hunger they feelis a part of me…drives me like a harsh wind…morsels of food, whatever i’ve got…come sit by the fire….we are one!
with an impotent hand
he scratches at the scabspf the exposed soul…having no soulof his own…to draw from.no fire in the nighthe sits ‘neath a neon lightand vomits commandsto the frigid and lifeless…without shadow, slowlyeaten from within…ego, and dust!
if i kissed you again,
the great powers would lay downtheir nuclear threats.black and white men,would work and walk together.hungry mouths would be fed,and the lost would be found.churches would close,and back doors would open.the lines between nations,would fade and dissolve.old people would take inchildren that have been orphaned.the table would be endless,the bowls would be filled.every tear would be…
tired of sweeping the floor
he flew with the swallows,from chimney to god!and laid down with wolves,just to feel, to know…the nearness of flesh,and the feel of teeth!
i know that
for i’ve seen the lovein a small child’s eyes!and yet i knowthat hell is real…for i’ve seen what we’re doingto these same children!
i am…
the burnt edges of the holy book.the hand that fits the yearning hand.the light inside the shadow.the cross carried without a murmur.the house built out of simple things.the grandchild, and the old dog.the plane dropping medicineinstead of bombs.the oil rig shut down and deserted.moonlight on the ocean calm.straw huts burning with devouring fire.lines of women…