Break The Glass!

fire comes from the crotch of darkness...
darkness comes from the tongue of god.
what we see, smell, and taste...
are but curtains on the window!
break the glass!

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Passion Dream # 2

your body;
wetness,
and trembling

your moan,
a higher octave
and a deeper plane.

i take you
in a moonlit room;
where shadows whisper,

and stillness answers!

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Snapshot Of Freedom

rainwater standing
in stagnant puddles
'neath old cars....

tainted with oil!

a snapshot of freedom
in today's America...
silently shouting,

falling on deaf ears!

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Make It Now!

freedom...
at whatever cost,
is much more affordable,

and a much better bargain,
than not being free!
make the choice! make it now!

whatever it takes, in 2012!

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By The Fire... (Part Five)

i dont know who or what
i'm more angry with...
the fact of injustice,
or the fact that i've allowed it!

if we dont stand up
to stop a wrong,
we become part of it!

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Two Lovers

two lovers
one rope
dangling o'er
the cliff...

infinity stretched
beneath them...

just out of reach.

two lovers,
or maybe one
soul unwrapping

into all its forms!

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A Thought To Live By

a small boy
slid into his pajamas,
and knelt by the bed...

to pray.
closing his eyes,
he bowed his head:

'i'll try to do better tomorrow.'

a thought
to live by!

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Actions Of Respect

plant and animal rights,
human rights...
no difference here!
all built on
the actions of respect.

and sadly,
what we've lost,
and cant seem to find,
is respect!

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Messages From God (Part Six)

'thou shalt not kill'...
how many ways can
they screw that up?

all-inclusive,
no hidden clause
that says:

'at your own discretion...'

and never in my name!

God

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The Poet...... (Which)

the gristled old man,
fishing from a handmade boat,
late afternoon sun,
the water still.

his old dog,
sleeping on the bank,
in the shade
of an older tree.

which?

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