Stop Banging the Drums of War

stop banging the drums
of war!

war
is
murder,
disguised
under
the shield
of self-agrandizing
political agendas...

war defies morality!

war
never
brings
peace!

stop banging the drums

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Rise Up, And Walk!

standing over my coffin,
i looked down at my body.
and in a voice low and thundering,

i spoke to my soul!
'rise up, and walk!
finish the work...'

reincarnation, no time!
too much to be done!

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We Who Are Mad!

we who are mad,
do not carry the torches,
do not run through the night,
do not babble with tongues.
for we are fire!
and we are the darkness!
and the language we speak,
is not bound by words!

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Spinning Towards Enlightenment

i ran into Buddha,
down at the laundromat.
gave him change for a dollar,
he bought me a cup of coffee.
and we sat and watched,
the dirty clothes of the world...
go spinning towards enlightenment!

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I Have A Name!

roll back the stone!
take your chains
of ignorance and fear

from around my neck....
take your shackles
from my feet....

nobody owns me,
and nobody ever will.
i am not a number...

i have a name!

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Then Silence!

your body,
the hearth,
mine but
the logs.
your thoughts,
the fire,
that mine fan
with hunger!
your face,
the nail driven
deep in the board.
my life,
the hammer,
that strikes...
then silence!

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The Feel Of Teeth...

tired of sweeping the floor
of an empty house...
he flew with the swallows,
from chimney to god!
and laid down with wolves,
just to feel, to know...
the nearness of flesh,
and the feel of teeth!

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Which Line?

people....
standing in line...
waiting for a bowl of food,

a blanket, a kind word...

people...
standing in line....
credit cards ready,

faces twisted with hatred, , , ,

which line are you in?

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I Prayed For Rain...

i prayed for rain,
now i am wet with desire.
the tears that god wept for me,
washed away the dirt of my struggle.
and again the silence,
returns as a friend,
wrapped in the sounds
of the living!

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Madness #4

death come knocking,
i celebrate, i dance!
nothing happened without meaning,
nothing happened by chance!

you became you,
and i became me;
in the burning of bridges,
in waves tossed by the sea!

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