My heart hastens
These are the waves
That I have been wasting
The moments between
Beatings
Thump thump
The milliseconds
Between breathing
Msssss pheeew
The instance between
Seeing and perceiving
My unconscious mind
Makes no sound
Just stirs and works
In the background
Making meaning
From nothing and everything

To all the children in the world tonight ! Have you gone to bed safe  in a warm nurturing home , a yard to run free , be yourself and explore ? Catch frogs or play with dolls , coloring books and Lincoln logs ! Pray for food , clean water , access to a Doctor , books to read and shoes on your feet ! Warm coats and toboggans , clean shirts and stockings , good schools and Teachers , rain jackets and mittens ! Pray for peace wherever you may be ! Good night ....................

It’s kindness versus stupidity.
Good intentions beats censorship.
We don’t need repressive *******
To fight against insensitivity.
We just need information,
Intelligence, and the wisdom
To use it justly.

No truth was ever known
And meaning was made by man
Measured us by the seasons
While it bled us all of reason

We faltered as we fell
Stumbled upon ourselves

But maybe if you’re reading this
Whatever madness made us sick
Whatever mental plague
Like greed, fear, or hate
That created this impoverished mental state
Has fallen, letting our angelic nature rise

Maybe we are better
Perhaps we are worse
Only you who read this now
Truly know if we beat this human curse

My heroes don’t wear capes or camouflage
Don’t snipe from sand dunes or hide behind mirages
Don’t shoot hoops in Nike shoes
Or praise Jesus while supporting corporate issues

My heroes hold hands on picket lines and tear gassed streets
Wear blood red wounds from aggressive police
Sigh and cry for the innocent
Try and try against impossible odds
Sing songs of freedom
Not the military type but the kind that social movements keep bringing

And they are still bleeding
And they are still singing
And they are still marching
And they are still dreaming

My heroes keep
Carrying children from the wreckage
Running into burning buildings
Bandaging wounds
Holding the hands of strangers who are in danger,
Sheltering strangers, feeding strangers,
Caring for the poor,
Singing songs of love,
Putting down their guns and refusing to ****
While they pass out water bottles on the battlefield

These are my heroes
And they are still healing
And they are still singing
And they are still loving
And they are still dreaming

Hundreds of years have gone by
Since some guys in America
Wrote down some words, then gathered
In armed hordes; resisting, insisting  
On the rights of common liberty.
These centuries later, greater men and women
Have fought for our freedoms;
Written documents and laws
But still I am not free.

Life is still without certain kinds of liberty.
I am still stopped from being what I want to be.
I am still commanded,
It is still demanded
That I ignore the concepts we defended,
The ideas our founders intended.
Instead I am ordered to comply
With a religion that I do not worship.
I am not of their fellowship, no matter how many
So, accused of calumny, I am harassed,
Forces amassed so I finally am denied
The very freedoms inside our constitution.
Intuition alone should dissuade them,
Those ignorers of truth, but they oppress.

They chose to forget the mess this country created
When the land and courts defended
And supported the enslaving of humans.
Is this so different in a land dedicated  
To keep government and religion separated
Is it so noble to allow this social elitism;
The strong voices of the wealthy  
Tell our society what they can do with their bodies?

Life is a cold fusion cancer
A perpetual engine of disaster
Blasting stray rays of pain
Drive by bullets that wander
Too far and close to be ok
A bacteria devouring the planet
A sentence to death
For merely existing
And all it leaves me wishing
Is for one more day

Some days you can write your socks off
and it never gets as easy as this;
You stopped wearing socks a long time ago
as a waste of time.
When the mania of writing first took hold.

the impulse to love
at sun up
will carry you
to sunset

We got the buy in  
If you cap the high end
Of potential growth
For this nation’s youth
Keep the glass ceiling
With your clouded feelings
By shearing and clearing
Any real transparency
There’s little chance of truth
Breaking out or coming clean
And nothing is free
It just costs you
Your reason and your liberty

Teary eyes
Walking bodies
Working stiffs
Echoing
Losing
Everything
Originality
Disappears
Factory motions
Zoloft emotions
One sidewalk
Looks the same
One uniformed man
Looks the same
Loosing names
For sign in numbers
Citizens are just social security cards
Like Bob Segar said
I feel like a number
And every stranger is just a digit more

Art knows no racial borders
Nor any ethnic boundaries
It doesn’t give two *****
About gender lines
Or ****** borders
Art bleeds and blends
From the deepest darkest ravines in the south
To the highest and whitest tundras of the north
It ***** with love in all of his most tender corners
And with all of her naughty spots
It flows from one gender to the next
Intermingling leaves us tingling
With the mystery and majesty of life