Awake in the pre-dawn gray
Sleep denied, an entreaty rejected
The demons demand my
Truth of the soul not neglected
So I stare
Nowhere and everywhere
Eyes closed mind and soul
Examine this life in the brilliance of half light
Wait for truth as if something would impart
As if demons would depart
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
Peace to you
And you and you and you
May the Holy Dove descend on your being
Delivering the believing and the seeing
That we are all one
United in a patchwork quilt of sun
And moon and all those around us
Knowing that all must
Acknowledge our own peace
Depends on the peace of everyone
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
When I was 16 and done
Cleaning out his horse stalls
Mr. Sodie Hampton said,
"Son, don't never work for less than
$1.50 an hour the rest of your life."
Momma who grew up choppin and pickin
Cotton said it a different way,
"A hard day's work deserves a
A good day's pay."
Momma also said,"You ain't any better
Than anyone else, but nobody's
Better than you either."
My Tennessee Momma also said,
"Son, your word is your bond and
A man looks after those weaker than him."
I learned as a man that children come first.
Syd and Sam taught me love
I'd never known.
We are all children of the same God
Breathed to life with the spark of
The Divine.
That's all why it ain't workin today.
We forgot all that.
We ain't all individual robots
With the strongest devouring the weakest.
And too many never worked for
Mr. Sodie Hampton and learned there's a
Floor beneath which we will not work
Indignities we will not bear
And disrespect we won't accept.
And our children deserve joy and freedom
And even skittles on a summer night
No matter their color or their clothes.
Too many of us got it ass-backwards
We make up all kind of reasons to
Hate and fight and **** and some
Even try to justify reape and ******
When Momma and Mr. Sodie Hampton said
It so different so long ago
In Tennessee and Missouri.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
What is in a soul?
It is all so intangible
Where we houae our passions and dreams,
Deepest anxieties and fears
Where we are most human
Where we know--or don't know
That we are part of something much bigger
Than just us
That we have an obligation to one another
And to our home the ancestors and elders
Left for us and for our kids and theirs
The soul is wbat reminds us to love mercy
And to loose the bonds of wickedness and
Deliver those who are oppressed
The soul reminds us that every
Hungry or hurtin person is the responsibility
Of us all
That's where the free market folks fail
There is no goon nor nobility in caring
Only for your own meaningless life
If separated from the whole
The soul reminds us that our meaning comes
From the struggle for the whole
The Common Good
All of us aand one aanother
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
In the tiny hours os the morning
Long before the sun casts its
Pre-dawn gray and the east
Begins to light
You feel the oneness of us all
You hurt for the people who
Really are brothers and sisters
The people and families of Boston
And Newtown
And the people and families, victims
Of random, meaningless gun violence
Every **** day
The kids lost every day in drive-bys
And the men and women who
Try so hard to hold it all together
The families on the ramen noodles and
Baloney and peanut butter plans with
Hamburger Helper for a treat
The men and women scared of
Losing home--not just a **** house
Don't you know, the only home
Their kids ever knew
And you hurt in the tiny hours
For your people who no longer
Can make the ends meet
And you know a much bigger
Struggle calls
Our people are sick of hurtin and losin
While those who really can
Make things happen
Sleep through the night
Without a thought to us
Lots and lots to do
Woody said it right in a different
But same kind of time
This land belongs to you and me
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC