we live in the most intense time

leaving bricks to testify.and destiny perceived,the debt relieved,who pays the cost to die?the hallowed clothedin rags and dust,kneel beneath the cross denied.we pray to ghosts,while ignorance grows,walking suicides.still the rebel windbreaks windowpanes,tears roofs from vacant souls.calling to the few,who dare be true,to give what cant be sold!

tinged with oil….empty cars locked,rusting in the warmth.empty bottles, cigarette butts,and ghosts walking quickly,going nowhere, leaving a trailof nothing behind.stray dogs, beat down stop signs,people afraid to touch,much less to feel…sunlight dancingon a puddle of rainwatertinged with oil….

dividing the atoms of the soul,searching for fibers that connect.exploring universes of question,whetted by the blade of truth;to immerse in ‘i and thou’…crossing the final desertto the promised land!the true disciple,follows his own footsteps!

that it is demanding,that it must be all and not less…that it gives to the point of bleeding,that it forgives terrible scars…that it takes and one must be willing,to die or even more!

waves pounding against the rocks,bare feet walking the tiny cell.the lies we’ve toldmuch less than the lies we’ve become.blame it on god,and kill the insurrection.for every bite we take,another does without.for every turn of the page,another grave is dug.we pray to war,afraid to sleep by ourselves.and borrow from the darkness,to silence the dawn.even the children…

in the life of a human being,we make them into a martyr.or we assassinate their character…the ghosts of JFK, Robert Kennedy,Martin Luther King, and John Lennonblow strong inside the winds of freedom!do we hear their voices?do we feel their message?and who’s next?and who will pull the trigger?another puppet, another pawn,or the body of apathy…who looks…