Silence
silence...
wall whispering silence.
streets that dont speak,
faces mechanically moving.
hammers hung from belts,
books closed, coffee brewing.
the voices of need and passion,
silent statements in flesh.
god, or something more,
understanding beyond conception.
the hand extended,
and boots laced tight.
the flame of truth,
flickers, stays strong.
nothing more needs be said,
than to live...
unto!
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The Key To Time!
the dawn of creation,
again and again...
with every step
on the path to liberation!
our bodies shells,
holding undiscovered universes....
our spirits roam,
orphaned travellers,
in search of....
and light is only touch
put to darkness with passion,
the voices of God
pulse through our veins!
hunger, and magic,
a simple dropp of rain,
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A Badge
he wears her like
the badge of honorable
abuse....
silently listening
to her rantings,
picking her up
when she falls.
layers of anger
misdirected to him....
yet he takes the blame
without complaining,
and keeps on.....
till too long ignored,
too long in the silence...
he walks out the door,
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Call to Arms!
teachers, unite
farmers, unite
carpenters, unite
factory workers, unite
small businessmen, unite
women, unite
families, unite
small towns, unite
neighbors, unite
taxed without representation!
our livelihoods sold, no compensation!
our dignity taken by undignified men!
our freedoms bartered for barrels of oil!
lied to, trodden on, used up!
we're not gonna take it anymore!
it's time for change!
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Freedom (When It Speaks!)
freedom doesnt come in black or white,
doesnt always speak English,
doesnt like being lied to,
used, or bartered with....
is not a commodity on the highest shelf,
out of the reach of most....
is not concerned with owning,
and will not be owned....
freedom doesnt have any one religion,
is not capitalist, or communist!
freedom is often quiet, but when it speaks,
the whole world has to listen!
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Freedom Aint Free, Anymore!
four padded walls,
food on a tray.
no sunlight, no darkness,
bare bulbs, and time crawling by...
'speak no evil, see no evil',
watching every move...
freedom aint free, anymore!
his crime that of words,
and even worse, thoughts...
a failure to follow,
too defiant to kneel...
sitting still as a mountain,
as firm his resolve...
beaten down, in the name of peace...
freedom aint free, anymore!
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If We
if we were conscious
of what we're doing,
and why we're doing,
what we're doing,
every moment of every day....
we wouldnt have to worry
so much about the
'end of the world'!
if we really lived
every moment of our lives,
we wouldnt fear death!
if we gave all we have
to give, we wouldnt be worried
about what we dont have!
if we listened instead of talking,
we'd find what we're looking for!
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Ornery Old Man...
i have been accused of being an ornery old man, perhaps
rightfully so... i am rather blunt, and have little patience
or tolerance for ignorance.
however, when i come in contact with another human
being i always try to see them through their own eyes...
my abiding thought and intent is respect, grounded in
dignity...
i will go out of my way to listen, and to help.
but both of us have to pull the oars!
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To The Limits
to the limits...
of understanding,
and knowledge.
of power, and pride.
of caring, and involvement;
of hope and desire...
to the limits...
of skies and stars
and worlds unexplored.
of body, and soul,
of reach and touch;
of truth and comprehension....
to the limits...
of right and wrong,
of shadow and form....
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A Shared Fire!
evolving...
through inter-action,
interbeing, involvement.
dead people dont walk,
dont fill the bowls,
dont wipe away tears.
an island at the mercy
of a raging ocean...
but wind and mountain co-exist!
only the rhythm
of the soul walking beside,
validates the journey.
ashes, ashes, new plowed earth,
two sets of hands on the plow!
we fill each other's bodies
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