Done!
done!
past the point of caring,
what anyone says or thinks
about my life!
now to the business
of just living!
without limit,
without hesitation!
no time for regret,
no stone left unturned.
love, at all costs,
they can build the fire
after i'm gone!
i am the man that i am,
and nothing else!
let it be said i cared!
let the talk and the judgements
fall like dust...
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My Self!
when i finally...
slept with my self,
my self called me a whore!
and i spent weeks
on the porch,
fumbling in my pockets...
for my identity.
i stopped a passing stranger
and asked him my name...
he pointed to the ground,
and muttered, 'other'!
i gave a wino my last dollar,
pulled down my hat.
and walked off alone...
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Prom Queen In America
living in a tent
in the rain
in the woods
down by the river...
no tv, no computer,
no cell phone,
no microwave.
eating fish caught
in the murky water,
and whatever she could
scavenge from dumpsters...
a forgotten queen of a
forgotten kingdom....
her baby's sick,
her man sits in the
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You Smell Like
you smell like....
your skin, your hair,
your gentle touch;
your eyes that have loved,
and lost many a battle.
your fierce heart wrapped
around your children, your dogs.
your sadness weeping
with every step you take.
your ashes remembering fire,
your fire that burned down,
sweeping away all that was,
and dared to be...
your dancing soul crippled
by shadows that haunt.
your wings of flesh and feather...
you smell like... me!
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As If Just Me!
my soul,
as black as
the night sky....
starving for starlight,
or the hint of a moon.
my teeth,
razors on the path,
devouring the flesh
of my dreams.
my feet,
the soldiers of destiny;
life wrapped in life...
wearing the bruises,
the welts and the pus,
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Let Go, And Dance!
the burnt branch,
has a name and a prayer.
the small child understands
the language of sparrows.
tiny snowflakes shout,
even the snail leaves a trace.
the rough touch of the cat's tongue,
speaks of history and hope.
yet we go mourning,
unable to see or to hear.
we rinse our mouths,
to get rid of the taste.
we crucify flowers,
in the name of beauty.
but the blood on our hands,
has the scent of our souls!
let go, and dance!
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Series of Deaths
the day he finally
got out of jail...
after months, and years,
he stepped out on the street,
and fought back the urge
to run.... to run, and run
to where nobody
knew his name, or
his face... to where he
couldnt even smell
the time he'd lost...
and he walked slowly,
and with dignity, never
looking back, to the car...
a series of deaths...
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Time Decides
an acorn contains the universe,
a moth contains the night.
the flicker and flame
of small twigs burning
returns light to the stars.
the rumble of distant thunder
in every leaf that falls.
a prayer held in every
dropp of rain... a baby
born in the face of
every mountain's movement...
the depth of love raging
beneath the snows of winter....
death, or spring..... time decides....
each has it's own cup!
each has it's own flame!
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Faces On Hands, Hands On Heart # 3
unclaimed liberty, demanded by dignity,
human flesh not for sale!
well disguised invasions, profitable occasions,
come home dead or go to jail.
pipeline destruction, money based selection,
madly racing to the end....
keep them stoned, throw them a bone,
but change is coming in the wind!
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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Gavel And Cost!
has it always been easier
to kill your brother than
to listen to your brother?
that which we kill for
fades with time,
and is lost...
the gods we worship,
printed in denominations,
shipped in barrels!
who are we lying to?
we dig graves like
we're burying treasure.
morality driven by profit,
profit at the expense of...
we drench the streets of hell
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