your face goes quickly from autumn,
you stagger beneath imagined snow!
wings never write letters or drink toasts,
nails have no will of their own.
leaving the faucet to drip in memory,
of a thousand could have beens.
what we call love knows not the grave,
what we call desire never dies!
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the stink on your breath,
the blood on your lips,human blood…the scars on your handsmatch the scarson your heart…you are not alone,you are not alone….the only true valueis the value of a human being.all true actionscome from the point of dignity.holiness, not aloof or afar,human flesh, breath, and bones…you are not alone,you are not alone…
the other at her throat.they fired the volley,folded the flag….and buried her only son.she didnt know about politics,didnt know much about the war.she only knew what she believed,about right and wrong, , , ,about her country, and salvation.he’d been a good kid,all boy, found trouble pretty easy.but he listened to her,and he believed what she…
would you then love me?
i roam the earth with passion.i have no home.i carry the voicesof hunger and need.are you then the rain?falling on the good and the evil.giving without asking,touching deep without guilt.dialogue, and encounter,we rock the darkness.leaving the trace of our madness,in branches blown asunder…and small puddles of water,in the cracks in the pavement…that children will wake…
i know that it feels like
almost engulfed by, ignorance…it never fails to amaze methat people spend so much time,and energy, looking for someoneto blame.is it easier to blame, than to takeresponsibility?is it easier to hate, than to lovethe unlovable in ourselves and others?is it easier to close our eyes, andlook the other way, than to see:1. the faces of the…
i whispered in her ear as she was sleeping…
when every sky be full of rain,when every door be locked….when loss knocks upon your window,when you cant remember your name.when the sound of your heart saddens,and you cant think of a reason why.when your prayers come back unopened,and the river reverses its course.when all gathered together becomes nothing…use these to wipe your brow!
you can smell poverty,
you can taste hunger,you can feel unspoken sorrow.open your eyes,you can see the season.and in a lover’s eyes,the door, and the bolt.feel the ashes,too cold to stir.take a deep breath,move your mechanical feet.time doesnt lie,and doesnt know truth.‘ashes to ashes…’you know the rest!