when your breath stinks of wars,

walking throughendless sands…no path ahead,and the wind removesall traces behind.god, i am weary…this body is worn,these eyes fade.and the songs i singin the desert night,haunt the distance with sadness.Lover, where are you?i’ve forgotten your face!even the smell of your perfume,fades in the darkness.the trees are weeping,even the moon sheds a tear.as the small fire i…

grieving lost children.the latent sound of artillery,mother and son huddled.i am women oppressed,sold into slavery.i am the crack in the window,through which freedom stares.i am black skin white skindrenched in blood,i am sweat and toil,fields swept by heat.i am the american poet,who learned his craft in sawmills…built houses by hand,and grew his own food.i am…

he bums a smoke, a light,and looks away.the lines in his face, jaw set,like a map to wherehe cant quite remember.he watches the smokecurl up like infidel prayerslost on a street corner,to the lights and the noise.dont look too close!you might find your selfstaring back at youfrom the day after tomorrow!

for all that breathes…for life itself in allits constantly evolving forms….for every moment,for every casual brushof a caring hand…for the individuality andthe differences…for in the differenceswe find sameness!not to changea rainbow toa mountain…a hawk intoa turtle….but to take eachas it is… realizingits beauty and its worth….respect!knowing that what you feel,i feel… what you need,i need…one…

and sacrifice…but the shadow i’ve castwouldnt even fill a thimble!my ego rears up in outrage,swearing at least the thimblewould bear my name….while my soul walks off laughing in disgust,at the absurdity of identity!

‘i love you…’and really loving themlies in the willingnessto risk everythingyou think you havein order to give themwhat they really needwhether it includes you,or not!