what color is justice?

is the sound ofyour own heart,crying out for theembrace of all others…a child, nursingat the breast of humanity,knowing only mother,womb, and breast…the smell on your breath,the stink of human need;the taste on your lips,the flesh of hunger!

tiny deaths, unclaimed sparks…or one long deathin illiterate stages,flesh scarred memories failing,deeper and deeper in the grain,the stink of rot, and becoming!broken wings and stolen kisses,lips scorched and fingers broken,beyond names and naming,beyond words and thinking…till nothing is left,but raw sound,and the veins of the decayed leaf,shouting silence, and redemption!

that we remember we’re brothers.it is this same blood,that we must drink and be set free.there is no victory nor salvationthat is personal…redemption comes only to all!

street grinders turn,the gates of hell.we push and shout,we take and drive,aint nobodygonna get out alive.the price of life,nickels and dimes.faceless souls,redeem the time.the weight of skin,and rusted chains.take a pillto numb the pain.life gone crazy,life gone mad.what they haveis what you had.who do you own,who owns you?what can you say,what can you do?fathers bury…

he can betray your heart!he can ruin your world!he can take away your time!he can make you foolish!he can destroy your family!he can imprison your soul!he can twist your truth with lies!who is this beast? this monster?the man in the mirror,lost inside himself!

of the Vietnam generation.i am the mad rush to Armagadden,the finger on the button.i am the planes, the tanks,and the weapon held close…i am suicide by aggression,and the profit made!i am the Kent State students,and the marches for peace.i am the lone candle litin a world filled with darkness.i am the body count, and a…

the holiest of fires,both darkness and light,creation and death,the tenderness the wind mourns for,the storm that changes the faceof the earth…holding nothing back,touch the one you love,aware of each tiny eternity,in rhythm with the tides…only your heart knows…the lost part of you…the echo of your spirit,the hand into which you dissolve…you are the breath of…

but sound stripped naked and pure!the thunderous crash of the acorn,to the ground that startles the squirrel,and freezes him with fear!the squeak of the old spicket,wailing for the water to rise,from the dead bones of time.the moan of dead bones,returning back to dust,as if sexual release.and the prayers of the trees,who see our foolishness,and weep!

all animals, even the plants….and the earth breathes!the mountains sigh inwardand outward deeper than perception…..the oceans come and go,their tides merely breaths,in rhythm with the moon!the moon breathing with pulland light reflected….in tandam with the sun….the universe, one breath of God!

that makes us eternal.it is only through suffering,that we come to understand joy,a joy that is not limited bycircumstance!when we learn to let go of the thingsthat our selfish egos proclaim thatwe need… then these things quitowning us…. it is only then thatwe experience freedom!we build temples, mosques, and churches,make shrines, write holy books full…

stop the wars!bring the boys home!we are not liberating anybody!we are not protecting freedom!the powers that be are makingmoney, a lot of money….defense contracts, etc….the war machine is a bigger threatto our security than outside terroristswill ever be!democracy is not a business!stop the damn wars!

in the daily workingsof Wall Street and ‘corporate America’against the common people!the greatest threat to freedom,our own government!the worst drug on the streetsis the lie they perpetuate,backed by mainstream media.the worst sin disguisedunder ‘organized religion’…the worst slap in the faceto the American worker…NAFTA!the best thing that can happen…workers, men and women,taking back our dignity!