I Choose To Believe!
i chose to believe
in the taste of morning,
the smell of sunlight
unwrapping the day!
in the eyes of strangers,
the stories unspoken
written on faces
by trial and fire!
in the companionship
of dogs... who know
and sometimes divulge!
in the lamp and the ashtray
and your body wrapped in sleep!
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In Truth
we are not the clothes we wear,
but the body that fills the clothes.
we are not the body we have,
but the blood that enlivens the body.
we are not the blood coarsing through,
but the breath that feeds the blood.
we are not the breath we breathe in,
but the breath we breathe out,
and nothing more!
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Intelligent Discourse!
liberation...
intelligent discourse,
opposing sides presented
with respectful candor.
the willingness to listen,
and to hear!
the unified decision to change,
evolving, as fire and water
coexist!
the bridge between us
built by both sides!
the first steps in crossing....
intelligent discourse!
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More Sensual!
just an intelligent conversation,
about something that really matters.....
an
..honest
....expose
......of
........the
..........heart....
a
..dedicated
....response
..... to
.......need.....
a
..compassionat e
.....desire
........for
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Reflections Of Fire
and so the leaf
already beginning to turn
deep inside its own cosmos
leaves me waiting, time frozen,
to watch the fall, to fall with,
and into arms outstretched,
grey hair blown by the wind
to kiss the earth, and crumble
back into sweet nothingness
and dirt waiting for the coming,
of the snow!
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Smells Like Flesh
kill me with your love,
or just kill me!
i'm sick of existence
and struggle....
the flame of the candle,
does not burn my fingers.
and the roar of stillness deafens!
angels and demons cannot satisfy,
even the trees ask forgiveness.
these lips are blue with frost,
yet the grave smells like flesh!
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The Fallen....
whose voice?
whose shadow?
whose footprints blown...
lost to the sands of indifference?
whose cry?
whose hurt?
whose human need raw?
whose face without feature?
whose hands stick out of the grave?
whose blood?
whose sweat?
whose love given and gone....
bitter in the mouths
of the living?
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A New Day!
lay down your guns,
your knives, your flags.
get out of your tanks,
your planes, get off
of your carriers.
stop the bombs,
the rhetoric, the patriotic march....
unball your fists, open your hands.
proclaim this a new day....
the first day of forever...
when humanity decided
to become human again!
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Baby!
fresh plowed earth...
i cry out for rain!
baby, cant you hear
the sound of distant thunder?
the candle cold,
naked, and left alone,
baby, light the match!
turn the page, break down
the walls of this prison cell...
hungry, panting,
four feet running....
baby, cant you feel
the need for flesh?
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Blackened...
blackened steel...
blackened faces,
blackened hearts,
blackened roads...
blackened eyes,
blackened dreams,
blackened prayers,
blackened gods...
blackened memories,
blackened fingers,
blackened windows,
blackened rooms...
blackened thoughts,
blackened nails,
blackened shovels,
blackened tomb!
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