of freedom?
does capitalism have its own
savior, complete with cross and grave?
in the name of security,
we take human rights…
now the truth becomes a threat.
bodies bought and sold, sacrificed to wars,
bodies without faces!
and freedom well armed and lusty,
kills justice and equality in the shadows!
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….on the earth…demand fairness,equality, shared dignity,and a just dispersionof all needed goods….having the desireand the fortitudeto work and to giveas readily as we take!believing that all life is sacred,and should be treated as such!and that the only true successfeeds every hungry mouth!daring to respect each other,and so be respected!
i have been a fool,
i have been selfish,i have been callous.i have been ignorant,i have been a prisoner.i have been an addict,i have been a loser.i have been wrong,i have been angry.i have been a taker,i have been a demon.i have been a hero,i have been a man.i have been a husband,i have been a father.i have been a…
we attempt
when the selfleaves the soul,with stone imagesof a god we’ve createdout of iced over fears…created in the imageof our own darkness.a god that rains downfire and brimstoneby our hidden whims.a god that looks like us,that acts like us,and despises all else.a prophylactic thrustof eternity,eternity sold on street corners…and all the whilethe stranger waits quietlyjust outside…
Bhakti path,
drunk with breath,alive, and electric!open the door,let down your hair…the Guest is coming,with the gifts of love!why worship from afar?make love to the divine.to the hand that wipesaway grief and sorrow.
one last drink,
a hat creased by dreams,boots made of flesh.nickels and dimes,revolution and light.while shadows dance,amid cobwebbed desires..and the sparrow’s lament,mourns over buildings lost.over lives soon forgotten,over hunger and loss.while the faces of children,burned into the grain.to the words of a god,forgotten by name!now liberty’s nails,rust beneath the load.bodies piled on bodies,under circling crows.and justice lies beaten,stripped…
the old man sat out here on the porch,
on his ride.i sat down to talk to him, mostly to listen…‘you know, my daughter and her husbandlost their jobs, and their house. so wemoved them and their kids in with us…they’re strung out on them pills, we cantget them off… hell, she’s took everythingin the house she could sell….’and i just listened…. him, and…