Dialogue

dialogue...
honest, naked talk,
undefined listening.
we are the bridge,
the tool, and the result...
but only if we dare!

you cannot heal
what you cannot touch.
you cannot touch,
without dialogue!

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Blue Collar Hero

old gnarled bruised hand,
can either close in a fist,
or open and reach out...

either way, you'll know!
he aint selling nothing!

too tired for anything less,
or anything more than...
the truth!

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When All Else Is Gone... (For Terrence Craddock)

when all else is gone,
they take your dignity.
in the place of truth,
take your identity.
on backs bent with work,
and the cooking pot empty...
no tomorrow, take today,
no money, take your family!

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Home (For Your Holiness)

your body,
not a set of apartments
for your desires,
but a home for your holiness!
treat it as such.
let your desires be controlled
by your heart...
warm your heart
by the fire of your convictions!

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You Gave Me A Name!

i threw a rock into the ocean,
you sent me moonlight.
l laid down in the sand and wept,
you gave me the wind.
i died in the darkness,
you gave my body a face.
i never lived,
yet you gave me a name!

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Choices, 2012

children standing quietly
in a long line, expressionless,
maybe a tear, just waiting...

waiting to be euthanized!
a sign hung over the desk
in front of the door,

that said simply:
'Choices,2012! '

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Quit

quit...
telling me that
i'm going to hell

when your daily actions,
and mostly inaction,
validates the concept

of hell for less fortunate
peoples around the world!
salvation's not a...

social club!

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In God We Trust

'in God we trust',
written on your money,
it's a wonder it doesnt

burn your hands!
but by your actions
you make the lie the truth....

in money yout trust,
your money is your god!
in god you trust!

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The Nameless Naming!

i am nothing more
than a thousand slivers
of broken glass
in a deserted alley
on the bad side of town

reflecting the lights
of a thousand lives passing
that dont even know i'm here
the nameless naming!

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Easy To Be Godly....

it's easy to be godly
beneath a tree on a warm afternoon....
much harder in the alley,
scuffing for food,
picking up needles,
and burying the bodies
of unwanted children...
yet there is no difference!

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