we spend all of our lives

on the frozen branch,i am the soft underbellyof the rabbit just caught.i am fresh trout in the skillet,and the song of the water.i am the lone staron the blackest of nights.i am the cry of the womangiving birth to the child.i am the cry of the childcoming into the world.i am the cry of the…

at the cost of thousands of lives…you invade Iraq, and their fake WMD’s.you go to battle in Afghanistan,using terrorisn for an excuse…but you cant and wontlift a damn finger to helpthe people of Tibet…a nonviolent people,being abused, ravaged, raped,and killed by The Chinese government…who’s sleeping with who?and who do you think you’re fooling?

commitment to a human journey.you can’t be aloof andfind ‘God’, enlightenment,or the inner self.the fire is foundin the deepest night;but the hands of Godare human.they are yours!

and feelingsi also feel a responsibility to writethe truth, not only my truth, but thetruth of all those around meand so i paint these pictures of life,some quite beautiful, some harsh anddistressingwe, as a people, and as individualsare the human race. and what makesit work is the word wewe are a part of each other,…

across the room.unholy wars,kingdoms built by ghosts.chapters,or maybe commas.clouds,or falling stars!

the things dogs smellwritten underneath stones.the day guns rise up and walk out,in utter protest.the long trek cows and pigs and fish make,on the way to becoming part of you.the sound potatoes makewhen you dig them…the fire you built before you built it!the things green beans whisper in the rain,the groan of tomatoes ripening.the sound…

around your body in dust.swallows starve, cracked windowsills,as sunlight courts the treeswith lies too intimate to be…cobwebs refracting daylight’s passing,snails burp in disgust…always, only, the scent of your trail!while somewhere old milkmendie in horse drawn graves.and dead soldiers dancein a world drawn of shadow.red wine, pipe tobacco,curling in plumes…the cat on the ledge waits,a tongue…

we are not the body we have,but the blood that enlivens the body.we are not the blood coarsing through,but the breath that feeds the blood.we are not the breath we breathe in,but the breath we breathe out,and nothing more!

molten images of human groaninglit by the very breath of God…if i prayed with youturning slowly on the spitbeneath the shadows we wear in darknessand wrap our light inside…if i prayed with younothing hidden, nothing fakedand stroked your face with knowing handsas if the Painter’s brush….if i prayed with youand was lost inside your hungry…

human, animal, or plant,are spirit….all should be affordedthe same dignity and respect…any being taken for yoursustenance should be thanked!all living beings needto live in accord and harmonywith each other….for we all need each otherfor life to be full, andto stay within balance…..all living beings are spirit!

the stray cat sleeps in a cardboard box,the old oak tree groans with morning.table set for three,you, me, and the guest…too long on the road,he’s forgotten the turn,and love’s address is unlisted.the feather drawn lines of arch and thrust,define your eyes with headstones.your hand slips between the bread,tastes better without mayonnaise.the cup of whispers grows…

with all consuming fire,burning every branch of self.i doubt all…and therefore believe,touching the untouchables,with reverence and awe.i chant…with dirty hands plowing,urine drenched eyes searching,living beneath all thought.i mourn…hearing the lament of dead bodies,doubled over with hunger,no place to lay my head.i burn…with uncontrolled passion,for the leaf, for the river,and the prayers of small children.i run…just…