I Dont Believe You!
you can tell me
these chains are wings...
but i dont believe you.
that right and wrong
are black and white...
i dont believe you.
that God chooses
between one person
and another...
i dont believe you.
that killing is justified,
that poverty is earned,
that you are better,
or worth more than me..
i just dont believe you.
you can tell me
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It's Not What Jesus...
dont tell me:
'it's not what Jesus would do! '
you just bombed his country
back into the stone age.
dont tell me:
'it's not what Jesus would want.'
you just killed
the people that he fed.
dont tell me:
'it's not what Jesus would teach.'
you keep burying women and children
right next to the oil fields.
dont tell me:
'it's not what Jesus would die for...'
you've been nailing him
to that cross for 2000 years!
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Scar Tissue, And Rust!
scar tissue, and rust...
dust long standing
in the corner by the bed.
fingerprints on the pane
of the window unopened.
soot on the hands
that tended the last fire.
the lone bullet in the chamber,
the tongue swollen, and parched.
scriptures written on
the bandages of the wounded
and dying....
will the preacher say a few words
as the people bow their heads?
the skies promise rain,
and the last wind is still!
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Snail Crossing.... (Part Six)
the life well lived is composed
of small things, small happenings,
and small touches...
for it is in these most simple and
real of moments that we evolve...
a word spoken in kindness....
a meal shared, an hour or two
of listening...
a choice made from selfless compassion...
these are the moments of eternity,
the trace of our living that remains...
and the steps to the temple,
of understanding, and freedom.
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The Common Skins
the common skins
of history's want...
in pages forgotten,
on shelves forbidden.
beauty disrobes,
her long hair sketches,
the contours of longing,
as the tongue pants.
but tis only rain,
they deny with religious furor.
her breasts mere mountains,
her lips dormant volcanoes.
hell, even the stones know,
and tremble!
trees dance the mating dance,
and wild geese fly...
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The Cry
the cry for justice,
for human rights,
for equality, for
human dignity...
has never been louder!
Somalia!
Tibet!
Syria!
Israel!
Libya!
Haiti!
Russia!
China!
the United States
the right to work,
to eat, to housing,
to medical care,
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Time Walks Away
houses are made of
........brick and stone...
hearts
...are
.....not
s upposed to be!
eyes are made to
...see what's there...
not
...what
.....they're
.......told
.........to
...........see!
the soul is a window
........to eternity...
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To Live, Damnit, To Live!
God died yesterday...
i asked if He had a will.
He sent me His last breath,
smelling of bourbon and good cigars.
i went into the holy of holies,
and found a dirty little boy playing...
he told me he saw angels in the clouds,
i told him they were bringing rain.
and off we walked together,
stopping to marvel at the trail of the ants...
needing nothing more, and nothing less,
than to live, damnit, to live!
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When We Believed
the surgeon's hand,
the painter's brush.
the carpenter's hammer,
the hungry touch.
gravity and motion,
moon driven waves.
bowls of rice,
the end of days.
turn back the clock,
shut the window and the door.
walk back down that path
we walked before.
before we lived,
before we died.
before we walked away,
before we lied.
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Money And Profit
what it comes down to
...in the end is...
the political machine,
...be it Democrat,
.....or Republican,
runs on the wheels
...of money and profit!
they'll throw a bone to the poor,
........now and then,
wave issues like flags,
....quote the founding fathers
.......when it behooves them.
but in the end.....
....money and profit.
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