Beggers, Scoundrels, And Saints
trinity, infinity,
borrowed matches,
unread books.
hallowed hands, man to man,
digging deep,
with sharpened hooks.
reach to the sky, live or die,
dare to breathe
the naked air.
risk it all, before the fall,
be remembered
because you care.
children of the stars, destiny calls.
climb over hurdles, walk through walls.
what can be held holds what cant....
beggers, scoundrels, and saints!
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Freedom Dont Turn Your Guns On Me
politics, heritics,
selling opium flavored lies.
here come the tanks,
backed by the banks!
get in line or die!
unlawful detain, torture retrain,
and the bodies disappear.
our bill of rights
adorned with Christmas lights,
we face our greatest fears!
freedom dont turn your guns on me!
beat down, pushed around, still free.
take my job, not my dignity!
freedom dont turn your guns on me!
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Freedom, Stand Back!
freedom and capitalism
are not the same thing....
neither are justice
and capitalism!
you say it's un-American
to protest against Wall Street,
and the money system.
i say it's un-American
for millions to go jobless,
homeless, and hungry....
while you pad your pockets.
you got rich by the
sweat of our brow....
you need to stand back,
and look at the truth....
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Thoughts On Revolution... (Number Three)
revolutionary questions:
1. what are we willing to
give up in order to insure
that all peoples have the same,
and equal rights to live?
2. what are we willing to change,
in our ways of life, and in our
thinking?
3. are we willing?
if the answer is not yes
to the last question, there's
no reason for us to go on!
revolution means risk...
come to think of it... it
sounds a lot like love!
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Weeps And Shudders
the hands on the clock
crawl from need to despair,
from despair to the edge,
from the edge to the fall...
they call it flight!
the gift of the body
to the spirit,
of the spirit to the night.
i call it nails,
the to and fro saw,
dust on the floor,
and dust becomes dust!
the river names itself,
when it breaks through the rocks.
the rocks shout with joy,
the night weeps and shudders!
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Faces On Hands, Hands On Heart
police brutality, freedom mortality,
Big Brother at your back!
riot squads, sent by gods,
to lash out and attack....
fear oppressive, greed obsessive,
the plantation ran by force!
slaves kicking chains, runaway train,
let the river run its course!
faces on hands, hands on heart.
a small fire strong against the dark.
all God's children doing their part...
faces on hands, hands on heart!
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The Falcon
the falcon encased in stone,
on the steps of the temple...
silent too long, boils with rage.
and with one final surge,
of unrestrained passion,
breaks free from the pedestal,
with the fury of need!
long wings covered with dust,
unfurling with beauty.
take to the air,
almost gulping with flight.
eyes too long dim,
blaze with raw hunger.
the falcon loosed,
driven for the taste of flesh!
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The Sculptor
the sculptor
works with slow
precision
in the late afternoon
light....
the room is bare;
and he is naked.
the old cat sits
curled in the windowsill...
life unto life.
his aged hands impart
the magic of life
having been lived....
his eyes see the depths
of every nook and cranny,
having travelled the distance
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Anger!
early morning anger,
raw, jagged edges,
cant-feed-my-family,
cant-pay-the-rent....
anger!
pounding my fists
against a stone wall,
anger!
working, scuffing, trying
to just get by...
anger!
just like so many others,
all of us, struggling
just to keep going...
anger!
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I Know Better Than That!
in my thousand weaknesses
my strength is formed,
in my endless failures,
triumph is born.
in every flaw a glimmer,
in every darkness a light.
in my hunger there is fullness,
in my restlessness a home.
in every bruise and scar,
beauty is forged.
in every moment of silence,
passion set free.
with every stumbling step,
another step is taken.
be there any difference,
i know better than that!
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