clinging to cobwebbed memories.
reciting emotionless prayers,
with mechanical hearts,
making credit card investments
in the afterlife…
as if the door would close!
we would be angels,
never demons,
never aware of the storms.
laying our accomplishments
at the foot of eternity…
having forgotten to live!
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grocery prices up,heating prices up…and the poor man’s dollaris still a dollar!cant afford sickness,cant afford hospitals,cant afford shelter,cant afford, cant afford.it’s time to band togetherin small communities,and be neighbors again.we cannot rely on the government,on churches, on the elite…we have each other,and that is all!forget about differences.skin color, religion, politics…let it go.we are the same!same…
if you take away
you take away his spirit’sability to dream!if you close his mind,you close the doorto his future!
are we changing the face of God?
look in the mirror!if your mirror does not show youthe reflections of all those in need,all those who are suffering…you’re not true to yourself…much less to God!perhaps, search for God?no, God is not lost!if your heart does not hurtevery time someone starves,or a child dies,or a family is put out on the street,then you are…
i pray for the sounds
for the bark of the dog,and the paw of the cat.for the laughter of children playing,who have a home and food to eat.for the tired smiles of working parents,for the ears and stories of grandparents.for the kiss and the touch of lovers,for the dreams of the young that know not bounds.for the gurgle of creeks…
the stink, homeless man,
no way to bathe…vomit crusted hunger,piss, and garbage rolled…..the perfume of God.angry, bruised, scared,face hollow, lips tremble….love’s fists, used, abused,she walks the corner, alone….the daughter of God.crack pipe, stolen gun,fear rush, dead despair,concrete jungle, wrong color,wrong place, wrong time,prison bound, unmarked grave,mother cries, justice lies….the son of God.stolen tent, hard rain,under the bridge, under scope,no…
when all else is gone,
in the place of truth,take your identity.on backs bent with work,and the cooking pot empty…no tomorrow, take today,no money, take your family!