Could It Be The Wind? (For Dave)
is it then the wind,
that rattles the pane?
causing the candle to flicker,
the curtains to walk?
could it be the wind,
making shapes of shadow?
and that long shaking moan
you feel in your bones?
the wind that whispers
in voices almost remembered.
that tugs at the door
to your forbidden room?
that taste of blackness
from an empty cup?
could it be the wind,
or something more?
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Each....
each step we take
resonates in the halls of eternity.
each word we speak
like thunder foretells rain.
each helping hand we offer
discovers another universe.
each thought we dare
changes history forever.
each desire we realize
brings forth new crops.
each truth we commit to
unlocks another door.
each tear we cry
reveals the face of God.
and in each person we love
we find our true selves!
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On Rape
rape is a horrid act of violence
against the human soul....
a terrorist act against the victim!
anyone found guilty
should be dismembered!
whether the victim be female,
or male... they should be treated
with the respect due a wounded soldier....
the human heart knows
that when one of us is disrespected,
we have all been disrespected....
in this knowledge lies the key
to healing!
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Stop the Bombing
stop the bombing...
just stop the bombing!
murder is murder!
violence never brings peace.
there is no 'God'
who ever justified
one group of people
killing everyone
that is different.
no one people are superior...
hell, no one is superior
to anyone else...
nobody ever has the right
to own anybody!
quit stacking bodies
in the ditches...
stop digging the ditches!
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That Look
a young man
walking down the street...
stopped to talk.
out of work roofer
for a coupla years...
doing odd jobs
when he can...
trying to raise
three small children
on about $300 a month,
and food stamps...
he had that look,
you know, that look,
that gonna get shot
crawling in somebody's window...
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The Inner Thigh Of Desire
the tongue stuck...
on the inner thigh
of desire,
throbbing for the candle
lit by inspiration.
a dropp of sweat
falls from the knitted brow
of god speaking forth...
existence.
when nothing remains
but embers and ashes,
the heart cries for the plow
in the field of silence!
a hunger within,
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Between Man And Man!
the most heroic of men
expose themselves to the outrage,
and the ugly edge of indifference...
without a thought
for their own well being,
risk it all to bring about change.
not bound by the morality
of the fearful self-indulgent,
they open the wound
of their own failures and mistakes....
and so find the strength
to become fully human....
and so renew the bond
between man and man!
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If I Knelt Before You
if i knelt before you,
and opened my heart
like a gift without any strings...
would you listen?
if i sold all my dreams
to give you one moment
when you knew you were loved...
would you care?
if i gave up my life
to help you find wings,
and pushed you to the edge
of the nest... would you fly?
if i knelt before you,
a man loving a woman,
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Marching Together
marching together
means living together
as one breathing organism....
seeing beneath the skin,
beyond the differences....
and into the heart.....
letting go of self....
water becomes an ocean....
marching together
for justice and equality.
no excuses... what we fight
is bigger than the fight
that we've fought out of fear.
one breathing organism,
walking in the body
of God's dreams!
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Older...
they call it getting older,
i call it rust!
or maybe autumn leaves,
and the promise of snow.
an avalanche in slow motion,
a door that creaks when closed.
a latch on the bedroom window,
ashes that smolder with hope.
a tree fallen across the path,
the old car that turns over,
but wont start.
the plow crusted with dried earth,
the hammer on the shelf.
you and i...
nothing forgotten!
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