without your eyes in my darkness,
i am gone blind.
without your tongue on my desire,
my heart stops beating….
without your wetness on my prayers,
my god is dead!
without your moan in my stillness,
even the tomb is harsh and cold.
without your kiss upon my freedom,
everywhere i look…
bars, and more bars!
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the shadow lying on the bed,
for the sound of my footsteps,and the scent of my returning…was, in fact, my heart!
i dont do churches
and pews, and copper platesheld by hands beckoning salvation…my church is lined by trees,with great rolling hills,wild animals roam freely,birds fly overhead!i dont do dogma,hellfire and damnation….we speak compassionwith silent voices!our prayers are hands,reaching out to help,with eyes that see sameness,and hearts that have ears….knowing that we are whatwe do and have done….there is no…
what if i took the time
every grain of sand,even the deserted webblown by the wind!every unwanted child,every family made refugeesby war, or by poverty.every angry kid on the streets,every forgotten man in prison.would my work be finished?what if i took the timeto wipe away every tear,to clean the wounds of the wretched,to fill the bowls of the hungry…to touch the…
close your eyes dont touch.give them rice, roaches and lice,just dont give them much.truth too strong, sell your song,keep them marching to the beat.riot squads, in the name of god,kill freedom in the streets.the wheels of justice keep on turning.you keep spending more than you’re earning.people keep dying, bodies are burning….feed the beast, the world…
you who would speak…
for your bodies are a testimonyto the stars themselves.one does not adorn the moon,nor hide it behind veils.our imperfections themselves,are the map of desire.one cannot be holy,who dares not touch the flame!
i am nothing more
banging against the windowof a foreclosed house…but the shutter,the wind that blows it,the window, and eventhe empty rooms…all have faces,all have names!