By The Fire... (Part Six)

you do not have the right
to treat me as a non-person.
i will not allow that.
i am not an 'it', or a statistic,
i am a man!

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Buddha Thoughts (Meditation)

emptying the old
woman's bedpan...
sunlight sifting

through dirty blinds.
the cough of the clock,
the body, and stillness!

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Let Us Be Men! (For Kevin Patrick)

must we then be sheep,
led by goats over the cliff
into the abyss of their pockets?

let us be men!
their greed be damned!

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To Occupy

to occupy...
means simply to fill
the hollowed out body
with a living, breathing soul!

and to give the soul a face...
yours!

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As If You Know!

the next stranger you meet
will be god...
in whatever color, whatever form,
speaking whatever language...
act as if you know!

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Composing Silence

i have no desire to be anyone's echo...
nor for anyone to be mine!
original sounds in a sea of sounds,
all composing silence!

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Neither Beginning, Nor End!

birth and death are the same experience,
seen from different vantage points!
neither is finite...
neither beginning, nor end!

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Messages From God (Part Four)

this whole religion thing
is starting to annoy me...
you can either look
in the mirror and see me,
or you dont know me!

God

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The Spirit Hunts...

sensual,
words spoken truth.
taste like rain.
sexual,
the spirit hunts,
for thoughts that undress,
and feeling's true touch!

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Democracy... (The Cost)

every time i vote for president,
someone dies in a far off land...
and i become more guilty,
under the weight of their lies...

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