Man, Woman, And Child
blackness....
ache, wound raw
with freedom's stripes.
hallowed ground,
...or hollow sound?
the ghosts of the dead,
mourn....
not just words,
a way of life,
a sense of being,
equal with dignity!
sold too cheaply,
by those without conscience....
but our fathers stand
with memory's sword!
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Napalm Dreams
napalm dreams,
burning flesh amid cries,
student protestors shot down....
flags smolder, stink like freedom
whored out for change....
and now again,
the great planes fly,
dropping death and liberation
o'er ghostlike oil fields...
too many questions....
lined up like cattle,
and shot.....
in the name of homeland security,
in the name of profit and loss...
their profit, ... our loss!
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See God!
every time you look
and see a stranger in need...
see God!
any time you're faced
by anger, by your enemy...
see God!
any time someone hurts you,
and walks away...
see God!
any time someone humiliates you,
doesnt respect you...
see God!
every time you're face with turmoil,
and turmoil has a face, , ,
see God!
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We Who....
we who would seek a home,
find our home with the homeless.
we who seek truth,
know the tree to be a tree!
we who seek liberty,
throw all that we own onto the fire.
we who seek love,
feed the hungry.
we who seek companionship,
simply become dialogue...
we who would seek god,
well, all of the above.
we who seek tomorrow,
give today to a stranger...
and wrap his feet up
with our dreams!
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Around # 2
lost your job, lost your house,
just standing in a line.
aint got a prayer, nobody cares,
feel like you're doing time.
your family gone, now right is wrong,
what you believed has disappeared.
stone upon stone, bone upon bone,
nothing left, nothing endured.
and the world comes crashing down.
in too deep, the fearful drown.
stand up and be, or just sit down.
what goes around comes around!
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Beneath The Tree
how many deaths
must i die?
how many times left alone
on some nameless shore,
watching the storm carry
my boat off to sea?
how many blackbirds dead
beneath the tree?
if i die inside of you
will you remember my name?
or am i just an old coat
hanging in the back of the closet?
a hat your grandfather wore....
a deck of cards forgotten in a drawer....
a spider's web clinging to your feet!
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End Of The World!
pan fried tators,
grilled trout,
cool clear spring water.
smoke rising slow,
the coffee starts to boil.
black crows circle,
eyes down in the brush.
clouds chasing forever,
nowhere else to be!
night fall coming,
you can feel the trees whisper.
mountains in the distance,
nod without a word.
curl up together
to the crackle of the fire.
while the old dog watches
for the end of the world!
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Feed The Beast
rapid fire, pure desire,
hunger by the tooth...
bullet holes, wounded souls,
fighting for the truth.
kill the whales, fill your jails,
with your mother's sons.
pray for peace, nuclear freeze,
gotta pay for what you've done.
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 keeps turning!
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In Dreams!
Juan asked:
'what good are dreams? '
but what if it's all a dream,
in a world that exists only
in the crevices of infinity's mind?
what if every touch,
every moment of passion,
every scent of love's passing...
nothing more than tiny particles of dust,
of universes not formed?
ah, but every moment staring,
lost in the eyes of the beloved...
even God could not imagine that...
in dreams!
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That Knows
the face in the mirror,
grows darker with time...
deep and grainy,
weathered and beaten.
the trunk of an old tree,
where birds hide their nests,
and squirrels meet to plot
the downfall of man.
hollowed and sketched,
with dignity unspoken,
the scars of love and wars,
where insects breed and whisper.
and time itself,
bows in awe and respect,
for the tree that knows
itself to be a tree!
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