when you take the crippled hand,

with angel’s wings and demon’s dreams,trying to rhyme the holy sound.into the depths of human need,far past the touch of grasp.the broken glass feel of the naked real,that doesnt have to ask!we forge our peace with weapons of war,our gods are never satisfied.swords converting, phallic spurting,deciding who lives and who dies.we drink the earth with…

is the truth?can we handle the truth?most of what we read in the papers,most of what our politicians tell us,most of what we see on the news…is a carefully directed lie!we have been owned for decades,herded like sheep to the slaughter,manipulated and used by an unseen hand,for a purpose that only they know…conspiracy? no, more…

in their battered old car…half a tank of gas,and nowhere to go…and something inside you shudders,can you feel your hands on the wheel…do you then cry the tearsthey’re too beaten to cry?

another innocent goes down….the soldiers of petroleumbuy a whore, a dime, a quarter.dine on the flesh of children;pray to the neon god.waving the flags of mouthsthat only speak with teeth.nothing holy that cant be bought….step on bodies without faces,piss on the graves of babies….winner take all, all is nothing!and the wind of the beastknocks at…

whose freedom did they threaten?whose do you threaten?in the land of the freeand the home of the brave,truth has become the newterrorist threat!we stand on the cliffoverlooking now and tomorrow…will we dare to leap?will we dare to get involved?there wont be a tomorrowif we dont!the true cost of freedomis living in a way thatdemands freedom,by…

the ball in the glove,the hammer strikes the nail.and i know about fire,love cries and hot wetness.the frenzied clutch of fingers,the gasp and the tremor.the old wood stove,in the corner radiates,you feed it logs,split by time’s axe.till drunk with sleep,both dreamless and forgotten.you turn your backto a final wisp of smoke…i am that smoke!