whose voice do you hear
in the shudder of dreams…
whose hot breath upon your neck?
whose wetness feeds your hunger?
whose fire? and who stirs the embers?
whose howl? whose mount?
whose furred claw digging into your flesh?
whose darkness… under whose moon!
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gonna march barefoot on Washington,
gonna stand on the steps,take off my hat,and tell then that common folksare still about!gonna sing them a song about working,something they dont know much about!show them a picture of my house and family,a picture’s all that’s left.gonna hand them a dollar bill,make them read,‘in God we trust’…ask them what this god looks like!gonna, gonna,…
we walk hand in hand through the fire.through the streets of hell unashamedwe who are written by desire.with prayers for the wounded,for the bodies left beside the road.with a hand for the childrenbowed beneath a heavy load.speaking truth without deception,living by the code of the heart.knowing there is no differencein the shadows between light and…
the hardest thing we will ever do
parts of us with which we’re notso familiar…there is no grasping in love, noreal or implied ownership. thatwhich we give in time returns, butwho holds a clock to the tides?love is itself a journey that oftentakes many lifetimes… it is notan end in itself, love is the journey.time and experience and often tragedyignite the flame……
birth and death are the same experience,
neither is finite…neither beginning, nor end!
freedom and capitalism
neither are justiceand capitalism!you say it’s un-Americanto protest against Wall Street,and the money system.i say it’s un-Americanfor millions to go jobless,homeless, and hungry….while you pad your pockets.you got rich by thesweat of our brow….you need to stand back,and look at the truth….before it knocks you down!