Monday, February 26, 2007

this is the time
for love
this is the time
for peace
Cause how many times
will we allow it to be taken
it just what they want us to do

this is the time
for strength
for wisdom
we can ignore
the war that we are in
and I know someplace deep it hardens your heart

how many times
will it take
our people
and when i
say this i mean
all people
there is a price
for peace

it will cost
understanding
and compassion
honesty
humility

this is the time
for action
to raise our voices
so raise your voice and be heard

throw down your guns
wipe your tears
stop wasting your life living in fear

we must stand up and be counted
to be silent now is going to cost us
much more than money.
much more
one life lost
is too great a number

we must stand up for one another
speak loud and clear
gather together
and lets hope it isn't to late

outside my window
there are no bullets skying

but i still feel them pierce my skin
when they fly


Why is is so
that it must be in
your back yard
for you to see
its just what they they want you to see

sometimes i close my eye and pretend
we are all sitting around remember when
there were wars
and destructing
and slavery
and hate
this is the time
for love
this is the time
for peace
Cause how many times
will we allow it to be taken
it just what they want us to do

this is the time
for strength
for this wisdom
we can ignore
the war that we are in
and I know someplace deep it hardens you heart

how many times
will it take
our people
and when i
say this i mean
all people
there is a price
for peace

it will cost
understanding
and compassion
honesty
humility

this is the time
for action
for to raise our voices
so raise your voice and be heard



throw down your guns
wipe your tears
stop wasting y
our life living in fear

we must stand up and be counted
to be silent now is going to cost
much more than money.
much more
one life lost
is too great a number

we must please stand up for one another
speak loud and clear
gather together
and lets hope it isn't to late



that's just what they want you to do


outside my window there are no bullets skying
but i still feel them pierce my skin when they fly
oh another way we could try

Why is is so
that it must be in
your back yard
for you to see
its just what they


sometimes i close my eye and pretend
we are all sitting around remember when
there were wars
and destructing
and slavery
and hate

Monday, February 12, 2007

I just wanted to write and not think

Wild wind blows
through cat-tails
and willow branches
the hair on my arms
stand up
look and see
a ripe sky red
clouds shaped like
planes
rain falling like bullets
like me
like frogs carved from
rock
standing still
waiting
while
rivers bulged
lakes swell
oceans churn
moving in a brutish dance
their waves
tipped with steel
there under toes
fitted with iron
thunder crashes in time
lighting cuts the sky in half
canyon stretch
cracking in the tender places
allowing the rage to flow out
like a glorious elephant
running rampant
plowing down
the
ones
who
hurt
and
rip
and
take
who here will be left standing when the sun again shows its face?

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Slow
moving
red
tide
a
scooner
blue
and
gold
tiny
hands
pull
up
the
sails
and
the
wind
is
there
ready
to
greet
them
pushing
against
tarp
which
spreads
roundly
over
the
begining
of
the
gush
together
they
connect
with
taut
benevolence
the
sails
with
their
bright
bold
colors
covering
the
face
of
the
wind
but
the
sails
would
never
know
their
glory
with
out
the
colorless
wind
that
fills
them
and
moves
their
tiny
boat
over
the
silvery
sea




Sunday, February 04, 2007

untitled

slits between
boards reveal
blood and gut
bone and Marrow
bared
exposed
ripping them away
stepping into
a river
it pulls
with force
submerges
in red rush
all time present
slide on slide
projected
blending
overlapping
histories
matter melds into a
deep rich mud
comforting
a culmination
of boundlessness
beautiful
complete
blackness

Friday, February 02, 2007



















breaking
waves
tears
grip
washed out skin
leveled ground
with in
with out
insight
timeless
glass and stone
revoulution
ripping
insides
hold out hands
ginger
rage
shredding
pain
in
the
gut
fences
defences
splintered
tight lipped
pulling on britlle
everything
the rope
nothing
illution
comfort
reflections
a
broken
egg
fledgling
the beggining
end point
a trail
a destination
a thy
a finger
godless children do go to heaven