when you look in the mirror,

of fighting tooth and nailjust trying to survive.of standing upand getting knocked down,again and again….of feeding one of the hungryand turning to an empty pot.of doing the right thing,and being accused of the wrong.of staying true to convictions,and losing it all….of helping someone up,finding i dont have enough hands.of taking the time to care,finding it’s…

and see your self nakedwithout running like hell…the journey begins!when you can lookat your every action,judging your self honestlyby motive and intent…the journey begins!when you can give awayall that you cling towithout asking for anythingin return…the journey begins!when you can do the right thingirregardless of the cost,not caring what anyone saysor thinks…the journey begins!when you…

but gives…money…buys possessions,owns you…love…heart broken,living pieces.war…impotent menwaving swords!death,body given,spirit taken.passion,rain falling,drops whisper!anger,fear frustrated,turning inwards.hunger,empty bowl,empty soul!lover,hears, feels,respects, touches.God,human faces,dawn’s body!

the memory of a man.styrofoam lips, fake rack, shake your hips,illusion sunk a thousand ships,there’s a curse on the land.burden’s beast, you’d think at least,you’d be invited to the feast,but you stand outside the door.God’s man or Satan’s boy, nothing but a sex toy,looking for the real Mccoy,you never reach the shore.pedophiles, cartel gangs, cell…

for the smell that is faith,in the breath i breathe.for the kiss that gives,with a sparrow’s intentions.for the heartbeat in chorus,for soft fingers to close my eyes….waiting…. as the clock grows dim…can you feel me now?tell me you’re near!

the highest form of spirituality,comes in the applied interactionof peoples with each other…taking the time to listen, to care,to understand, to feel, to forgive,to work together, and to see eachother in ourselves…you cant write it any better, youcant paint it any better, you cantplay it any better, you cant prayit any better!this is the power…