Friday, February 17, 2012

You will step on the soil of many countries.

With bare feet and toes deep,
poor men walk and shepherds keep
on dirt that remains the same.

A cattle grazes and swats
at the flies and the paradox.
Gentle beasts. Wild, wild are the tamed.

The poor man is collecting dirt.
Stained with the blues of his collared shirt,
white knuckled martyr, blood red with shame.

The shepherd (shhhhhhh so few of you now,)
is barefoot and still with toes in the ground.
Be brave. The ground we keep remains the same.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012


Love, food, medicine, and pursuits and aspirations
Culture, mood, lists and listlessness
Let's start here

Maybe you're already turned on
maybe you should turn your radio down
Either way we've started now

You want to throw evolution on the back burner
No, I'm saying
Evolution is on the back burner
Melting and making things
Forget about it and pay attention to
the two hands in front of you

Your hands are yours
and they do what you ask them to

The same is true
of your general disposition
or your acute supposition

We all agree we all have capabilities

Some of us are using them
to the best of our ability