we left all our baggage
on the other side…
with nothing more
than what we believe…
what we feel, and what we are!
no longer victims,
we choose to take hold,
our eyes set on the higher goal.
without guise or agendas,
we stand unashamed…
believing in tomorrow,
dedicated and consecrated
by the actions of today!
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put down your sword,
a new day has come,a new world before us!in the beginning again,we are the first hope.pick up the plow,till the earth…our home and our hope!a new day, a new way,we work side by side..beneath the sun, in the rain…and we make love all night!time is for the taker,and now is the time…put down your sword,pick…
is it so easy
so easy to turnyour face and walk away?so easy to close your eyeswhen someone is hurting?so easy to take what you canirregardless of anyone else?so easy to kill?to destroy?to steal?to lash out?to run when you could stand?what are you afraid of?and why?what are you running from?the stranger in the mirror!
hands seem to grow
the maps neath the eyesgo from destiny to love.love that had no horse,but worked a mule.and kingdoms only thus,manure, and sweat.your body perfume,rust of a moth’s wings…hymnals made of dust,simple words, bent nails.love’s sap driedon your thighs and lips.no names, no images,just small hands seeking touch!
the day i changed
that’s when the trouble began!why does it make people so madwhen you speak the truth?and why so uncomfortablewhen you admit your mistakes,take off your mask and stand naked,revealing that you’re human?and why the angerwhen you treat everyone the same?no favorites, no elite, no righteous!no political agenda, no religious fervor,no attempts to convert….no need to lead…
she said…
but not as a man…’he was silent for a long moment…and then answered,‘when we go off to war,do we cut the arms off our enemies,and leave the legs?do we cut the legs off,and leave the arms?do we pluck out one of their eyes,and cut off one of their testicles?do we rip out their tongues,and demand…
standing on the cliff’s edge,
to the jagged rocks below.wings scorched, flying tooclose to the sun….eyes stinging with the dustof a thousand worldsthat have come and gone…sweat glistening on the marksand bruises left by struggle.the stink of fear clutchingat our throats, heavy on our chests…we stare into each other’s eyes,without a word, join hands,and make the leap….flying, or falling….as one!