Capitalism And Conquer
capitalism and conquer,
sword of an angry god,
feeding the hunger of take....
one person over another,
just and holy rewards...
the losers per judgement,
have no place in your kingdom....
but the hallways of your hearts,
ring empty and tainted....
as the house that you built
falls in on you!
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Do I Believe-2
do I believe...
in Buddha?...
a perfected human being,
letting go of self
and all grasping...
one with the true
nature of living...
compassionate?
yes.... you cannot be one
with all that's around you
without living compassion!
allowing questions,
shining the light,
but the path is
your own!
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Holy Ashes...
if love be this house
of flesh and scars...
this pathway made of living.
the bridge of doing and done,
the shelves of dying laid by hand.
the bed made with reverent memories,
the pot of giving boiling on the stove...
then light the match,
i'll burn it all down...
and wrap your body in holy ashes!
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Woman!
the most beautiful
act of all creation....
the bringer of life,
the cup of the sensual.
the wings of the spiritual...
the earth wrapped in flesh.
gentleness in mortal rain.
the body of the heart.
the mystical, the enchanted,
the song of all being....
to be honored, respected...
to walk beside!
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Fire
feeding the flames!
pictures, awards, titles, deeds...
love letters written in blood,
bed sheets stained by passion.
medals won, cars, and scars...
houses built by calloused hands,
graves dug by the same hands!
eulogies written in small town papers...
all thrown into the fire...
feed the flames!
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Home!
home...
the place the heart
goes to rest,
the soul goes to find
it's lover and friend...
and the spirit goes
to heal and be forgiven....
the place no one else
can see or touch...
inside the palm of God,
close to the breast of the wind...
the place where
you can stand naked,
and never feel cold!
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I Dreamt...
i dreamt...
i was dead,
and they'd buried me
on a hill with
a small stone marker.
and i watched
as seasons passed,
one by one,
in constant rhythm...
the years went by.
and no living being
ever visited my graveside,
except for black crows...
again and again,
black crows!
the caw of the crows!
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Mankind's Greatest Failure
human failures...
war, poverty, hunger,
inequality, injustice,
enslavement, loss.....
and war leads to all of these.
greed, power, abuse,
apathy, fear, lies....
all cause war!
inability to communicate,
prejudice, righteous fervor...
allow wars to continue...
war!
mankind's greatest failure!
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Thirteen Cats
the old woman
who lived in the
food stamp trailer
on the corner...
with
thirteen
cats...
died two weeks
ago.
they found her today;
and animal control
came
for
the
cats.
the county came
for her...
there was
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Frozen, Forever Searching!
she killed her baby
with a crack pipe;
lying on the floor,
watching roach drawn carriages
take the prince and the princess
to the ball!
the bruises on her face
throbbing in the dim light;
the dull ache of faith
devoured by demons too
real to shake...
her baby's lips frozen,
forever searching!
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