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!
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she walked barefoot,
down that gravel road,across the yard,and into that old house.she walked barefoot,across them kitchen floors,down that long hallway,across the floor to the bed.she walked barefoot,between them garden rows,out in the fields,down through the pinesto the creek.she walked barefoot,down them hospital halls,down the aisles of the church,out in the cementaryto the grave…she walked barefoot,into the arms…
Buddha was married, had a child, was a prince
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you say the moral implications
it’s all about the money,it’s ‘just business’…blood for oil, andit doenst matter whose blood– as long as it’s not your own!what happened to the sanctityof human life…if the skin color is different,the language different,the religion different…do you sleep better at night?‘they’re poor, they have nothingto live for anyway…’‘just business’…well, what goes aroundeventually comes around…what happens…
tiny small hands
that reached for the breastsof the mother….lips swollen and parted,face bruised and distorted,left to rot…. in a dumpster.spit out by the system,trash begats trash…no one knows the nameof mother or child….in the land of Jesus,SUV’s and credit cards,not a prayer….not even a number!
you killed me last night,
to make up for all those nightsleft to sleep alone!when i awakened with eyesthat darkness had kissed,i saw hearts beating,and an owl pouring coffee!trees conversed, branches intertwined,and the creek sang to the wind.now dogs spoke of godwith learned eyes…while thunder undressed lightning!and the hollow in my cheekthat bore your name…filled with fireflies glowing…fingers walked by…
women blink, fifty,
to love with stillness