why is it?

but the new man, who will not be owned,neither by man nor possession

young…pregnant…….girls……..having………babies….mere echoes ofhis unconscious self,crying out his name….against the ragethat lingers wherehis heart should be….feeding the hungerthat..devours…..him…… .from………within!books unopened,stories never written!

– the petals opened!i do the wrong thing,say the wrong thing,think the wrong thing,feel the wrong thing…so many times every daythat it pisses me off!seems like the harder i trythe worse i become!maybe i need to quit trying!looking for freedom,i gave up, and quit looking,– my chains fell to the ground!i walk down this same…

and the super highway.i am the dammed up river,and the valley plush.i am the blacksmith’s anvil,and the super computer…i am the stockyard full,the closed business meeting!i am the doctor, the lawyer,i am the weaver, the mechanic…the degree that hangs on the wall,and the one written on calloused hands.i am the lover killed in a jealous…

in Egypt….how hard it is to takefreedom back once they take hold?can we not see the value,the right to vote and be counted,the right to speak and be heard,even at the cost of lives?can we not seethat this battle is worldwide?to restore freedom and dignityto the human race!the basic rights of all peopleto work, to…

just listenin’ to an owl,waiting on the world to end.baby, if you aint my woman,you know i aint got a friend.i’s prayin’ for deliverance,just reaching for a line.prayin’ for deliverance,reaching for a line.aint got nothin’ in my pockets,nothin’ that is mine.read the holy book, highway signs,and a letter that you wrote.read the holy book, highway…

gnashing, gnawing, tearing,and howling…baying at the moon.my four legged soulcan taste the feel,can feel the raw….inside the blood,inside the flesh.soul devours darkness,darkness devours light…..running wild, and free,drenched in the moment!my four-legged soul….

when you look at your neighbor,and see god…when you look at god,and see yourself…then, you finally know!

may all beings be freed from suffering.may all beings breathe as one.may all beings live in peace.may all beings learn to give.may all beings walk in unity.may all beings walk in forgiveness.may all beings lay down their weapons.may all beings be fed and have shelter.may all beings know they are loved.may all beings join hands.may…

where my heartused to be….does it taste like you?smell faintly of your perfume?does it remind youof someone you used to know?we are what we bleedin the end…. my face is ashen,my thoughts burn like acid!i left my soul inside you,dried fluids clinging to your lips….the arch of your back,my destiny, and redemption!

or religious reasons, or both.the men that start these warsseldom fight these wars…they manipulate the masses todo their dirty work…these are the elite people thatcontrol our world. their weaponsfor control include:1. poverty2. ignorance3. prejudice4. religion.if you keep the people strugglingfor food and shelter, they wont havetime to stand against you.if you keep the people ignorant,…

call me worthless, useless,just dont call me lazy.hard to keep your houses,hard to keep your cars.turn your head, lift up your nose,so you cant see my scars.count your money, count it well,is my picture on each bill?come on down to this poor man’s town,and i’ll show you what’s really real!truth is, i’m fed up,not going…

tell me the storybehind your faraway stare.i can see by your wrinkles,and the scars on your hands.it’s been a long journeyfrom that faraway land.tell me who and why you fought,tell me what you won and lost.tell me who that you loved,and who paid the cost.tell me what you learned,would you do it all again?have you…

your words leave words unsaid,your silence speaks volumes.ah! but the haunted memoryof drunken passion careening,eating up reason and correctness,till it ate our very souls.i still love you…but we dont talk of such.yet somewhere in the shadows,the wolf still howls within you!

with diverse beliefs, histories, and needs.we share the common bond of being human.that is the beginning of the bridge.we are not meant to be exactly alike.but we are meant to flow with each other.beginning with respect….i am what i am, you are what you are…and that is good.let your words be tempered with kindness.harsh words,…

the wind whispering to the trees…the body you long foris only the night undressingthe lonliness of the living…the hand you reach foris that of the dawn…bringing the simple promiseof hope!

and they’d buried meon a hill witha small stone marker.and i watchedas seasons passed,one by one,in constant rhythm…the years went by.and no living beingever visited my graveside,except for black crows…again and again,black crows!the caw of the crows!

be driven first by your heart,then by your soul,with gratitude by your spirit,in total awareness…willing to give beyond receiving,willing to stand in the face of fire,willing to wait through lonely winters,willing to believe in and search out new life…let love be your hunger…and only then, feed your body!

well thought out actions,grounded in belief!belief in equality,compassionate unity,brings about change…real change, real thinking,real solutions, real problems,facing real issues,without making excuses….breaking down barriersconstructed by fears,finding sameness in difference,and holiness in the mundane.stronger than bullets,armed guards and riot squads.the truth of human kindnessbreaks the grip of the lie!

exchanging secretswith mountains,older than time.birds speak,and honor the sky,waiting, arms outstretched,for flight….rivers sing,while the big cats pray,the great herds strokethe earth with hooves.fishes gather,flow with the water….sunlight bathes,rain washes away.and the gift of gifts,the air we breathe,pure, full of being,from time unto time!

ants lined up in full gear,trees refused to shed their leaves.smoke swallowed the chimney,and cats laid down with squirrels.and every ray of sunlight,praised the coming night.small children read to old people,and bricks swayed to the beating heart.tiny things became heroes,and simple things became gods.gentle words held road signs,hobos shared their bowls of stew…rain buried gifts…

nakedness demands knowing who you are!the act of creation merelygod communicating with herself!

you’re in your late fifties,forty years of on-the-job experience….and your job shuts down!you lose everything you’ve worked forin an instant…. no job, no future…and no degree!invisible people with hard earned callouses….dedicated moral earn their way people…not everyone wants…to be a Walmart greeter!

pitch black sky, no stars.too rough to row,holding on for dear life.said a quick prayer…my eyes fixed onthe beacon… my heartfixed on you!