and walked away from all
we knew.
these hands,
that laid brick,
cut wood,
plowed gardens,
picked up trash
built fences for the dogs,
held the children
when they were small,
held your hands
at the hospital
stroked your body,
touching forbidden places
with gentleness and
passion
wrote the poetry
hidden in your eyes
these hands,
now old and calloused,
sometimes tremble,
sometimes hard as stone
these hands are open,
without fear or trepidation,
unconditionally open
waiting for yours.
and beneath the crust.Buddha ears,hearing what is not saidwrapped in the spoken.Buddha thoughts,connecting with all thoughts,creating and forming.Buddha heart,feeling every beat of every heartinside each beat of my own.Buddha freedom,letting go of…becoming a part of!
my self called me a whore!and i spent weekson the porch,fumbling in my pockets…for my identity.i stopped a passing strangerand asked him my name…he pointed to the ground,and muttered, ‘other’!i gave a wino my last dollar,pulled down my hat.and walked off alone…but i could hear the footsteps,could feel the heavy breathing…and turning to demand…saw my…
equality is the recognition of sameness.truth is what’s left in the mirrorafter everyone else leaves…and poverty is the lash of corporate America!
putting band-aids on open woundsthat ooze when you breathe…Trading worthless paper, cigar deals,‘in God we trust’, or not!puffing out their ashen chests,strutting like empty headed roosters.And the children of the dreambow their heads and blindly walk;the meat grinder turns his wheel,the spineless monkey dances!An empire falls in sterile silence,throw the helpless to the lions!no food,…
and hide it from ourselves,and our children…we learn nothing!one form of slavery and prejudiceto another… one wrong warto another… the cycle continues.the mistakes we’ve madeare rungs on the ladder,the ladder we use toclimb up out of the mire!dont hide the scars,each tells a story!the story of a peoplestriving to be human!
seeping downinto dips and lows.cannot be boughtand sold with the livesof the innocents….or traded on world marketsfor human values and dignity…but a great oak,strong, firm, unyieldingin the face of stormsand heavy winds….giving a home to the wingsof freedom… and shadeto those who stand beneath it!
