of humanity…
who know the tears,
and name the sorrows
that only darkness holds…
who nurse at the breasts
of the woman branded…
who wash her hands and feet
as she lays dying….
who hold the orphaned children
close… taking their sickness….
who pray with the murderers,
who share with the thieves.
who walk with the crippled,
and hold the shaking addict….
we are by them blessed….
to know them, and to care!
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god doesnt like her name…
and the holy scriptureswe’ve hung around her neck,nothing but broken shoelaces!wars fought in her name,used condoms cast to the side.tainted morality in her image,burns like old photos on the fire.she’s not buying it!bird nests made of straw,human nests made of concepts.love itself doesnt wear clothes,cant be spoken…it must be lived!
hands of coal,
eyes that play tricks,and ears that need help.pictures of memories hiddenbehind lips terse and still.stories wrapped in stories,no one listens to anymore.the ghosts of love walkingthe floors of an empty house…eat a little, stare out the window,read the obituaries just to seeif you’re there!
children have rights,
lovers have rights.people of all religions,and even atheists have rights.people of all colors,speaking every language have rights.trees and rivers have rights.cats and dogs have rights.cattle have rights,homeless people have rights.prisoners have rights.democrats and republicans have rights,even socialists have rights.the jobless have rights,old people have rights…and the hungry havethe right to be fed!damnit! dont you think…
and there came a time
and sucked at the soulsof the living.and the darkness had facesinsulated in plastic tombs,waving flags and rhetoric,thriving on despair.and the lips of the dyingwere parched with thirst;bodies thrown in the great fires,melted into vapor.and the promise of apathycame to be with violence.the carcass of the eagle lay rotting,feathers lost to the infidel wind…
judgement…
a failure to communicatedriven by fear,and is always on sale!
looking for awakening,
– the petals opened!i do the wrong thing,say the wrong thing,think the wrong thing,feel the wrong thing…so many times every daythat it pisses me off!seems like the harder i trythe worse i become!maybe i need to quit trying!looking for freedom,i gave up, and quit looking,– my chains fell to the ground!i walk down this same…
The Elders…
On the muted cries
Of the children.
On the screams of the women,
Raped, and butchered.
On the hides of the buffalo,
The wings of the crows…
Cannot speak, but for grieving.
Cannot pray, but for blood.
Cannot breathe, but for the wind…
Calling, for redemption!
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ancient Greek legends,
and yes the fires of Stonehenge,and the medieval forests.wooden ships sailingon seas mapped by loss,even Atlantis, but a memory.Rome burned,fed by the bodies of pride.and men cut treesuntil there were none.a simple carpenterreclaimed love by cost…and bodhisattvas borethe suffering of many.men created godin the image of man.with war on his breath,the color drained from his…
racism is the rich man’s lash
yea, it’s hard down in the projects.it’s hard down on factory row too.and it’s hard out in themfruit and vegetable picking fields!it’s hard in the unemployment line!cant nobody pay the rent…and the rich man keeps laughing,selling us out for profit,selling our souls and our dreams!IT HAS TO STOP!
we who are mad,
do not run through the night,do not babble with tongues.for we are fire!and we are the darkness!and the language we speak,is not bound by words!
the shadow lurking
faintly smelling like spring rainremembered in the fall.the first lips you kissed,the first time you tastedyour own blood.a good cigar, anda shot of french brandy.the film of timecovering the eyes.taking away sharpness,finding form in the vagueand near forgotten!a Bible that smellslike damp newspapers;shovelfuls of earth,and an old Irish hymn.and the weight of the undoneswings like…
the Tea Party,
waving flags, anddriving SUV’s….draining the colorfrom the face of humanity….in the name of alilly white God,with a bank account…and every step mortgagedon the path to success!crucify the poor…draw a crowd, charge admission!
that which we hope for
that which we dreamwhen dreams are exposed.that which we pray forwhen God has turned away.that which we givewhen we’ve nothing left but heart.that which we believe inagainst all evidence.that which we stand forwhen all else run.that which we knowand cannot validate.that which we dothat defines what we are!