when dialogue stops,

the failing heart,the body bent and broken,the moment that breath is taken…for you have not killed me!i name the war, the planes,the bombs, and the guns.the lying flags,and oil tainted chants.the strike, the stab,the tearing of flesh…for you have not killed me!i name the empty plate,the orphaned bedby the endless road.the goon squads of indifference.the…

yet every step ordainedby destiny!my father thunder and lightning;my mother the wind,i cannot call by name,but am always in its grasp.through bruise and scar,despair and suffering.i may question the night,i may despise the day….but i keep moving with the rhythmof waves stroked by the moon….my father speaks!my mother wipes my brow;and my lover, the rain,…

frost bitten grass turns,the hymn of death continues….the taste of life, sharp, and pungent!every touch turned electric,even the air, alive, and heady!the sound of lives, wind blowing tin,and the silent grieving of the stricken!prayer falls like sweat from dirty faces,the axe feels good in my hands.a nip of brandy, a curl of smoke,alive, and singing…

i’m going to hellwhen your daily actions,and mostly inaction,validates the conceptof hell for less fortunatepeoples around the world!salvation’s not a…social club!

that freedom sees color,religion, or financial status.you cannot tell methat freedom dividesbetween classes.you cannot tell methat freedom is for the few,and not for the many.you cannot tell methat freedom can be bought,sold, or traded.you cannot tell methat freedom can be wonby destroying innocent lives.you cannot tell methat freedom invades other countriesfor political or economic reasons.you…

in the rain…no coat, no shoes…hiding behind cars,playing with hisimaginary friend…the old woman atthe window shakesher head…‘somebody oughtado somethingabout that boy…’closing her blinds,she pours anothercup of coffee,and sits downto read her Bible.