To Know You Well

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To Know You Well

It is said, anticipation breeds desire.
And at the kiln the pots are fired.
It is in the late hours of the day, 
we place our hands into the clay.
Without eyes to help them see,
our hands must find their way home. 
Impressions, emotions, touch and smell,
not to see your face, yet know you well.

Was it a dream, or a fantasy, 
when we passed through each other?
Two impressions wrapped together,
two realities touching in time,
a time where distance did not matter.
It was there I saw your face,
along the road, that leads to home.

It is said, that a memory birthed before 
the action, is a contract with destiny.
As we negotiate with fate in the mirrors' reflection,
impressions of you become impressions of me.
Did I see you there standing in the door?
Was it you that spoke my name? 
Was it you who touched my hand?
Do you remember lying next to me?

Was it a dream or reality?
Standing face to face in a time
that transcends space,
two roads ran together,
to a reality we have always known.
It was there, we knew the place
where we would meet, the road to home.

It is said, desire is an enigma 
that gives birth to satisfaction.
It is not how you give,
but what you give after you have
given it all; yourself.
Distractions, attraction, sounds, taste and smells
I've never seen your face,
yet have known you well.

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We

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We

My love, more than the seed.
There is more than the fruit to the tree.
My bed with two pillows seems so empty,
when you could be lying next to me.
Life seems so short when you're with me.
These eyes see no beauty without you,
my love is no more than the seed. 

My love, more than the seed,
when I look long into your eyes.
A life is more than just needs.
Please stay with me until we die.
Let your heart be open wide.
The shade falls from the trees,
my love.    

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Seed

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Seed

The seed is sown,
life does go on,
with the fire,
that grows within,
the seed is conceived 
through the sin.

Seed that's passed
between the eyes,
seed that's planted 
between the thighs,
seed that's in 
the hearts and mind,
seed we figured
sown for dying.

Seed we'll know
by the face,
the seed
that sustains
the human race.  

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A Breath On The Wind

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A Breath On The Wind
For Manny

I saw you crying,
standing alone in the cold sleet and snow,
because I was no more.
It was so cold, your tears, they froze before they
hit the ground.
I could feel your loneliness.
You knew I would never again come around,
never to hear the sound 
of a gentle word,
never to share a smile.
And I wondered 
if you would ever smile again.
In a breath on the wind
does a life begin and end.
Hold on to the memory 
that made me special in your heart.
Let not the door to emptiness 
be opened, too long, to your life.
To have been a part of your life
gave my life great joy.

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One Tear in the Sun

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One Tear in the Sun

Out of my eye dripped
one tear in the sun
blown dry on my skin
by the wind.

'To be wrong in one lifetime
about so many things.
From emotions deep within me 
this one tear was born.

One moment, 
one tear, 
yet this tear contained a lifetime.

This tear was running
down my face 
before the sun and the moon
at the same time.

In a single moment in time
the day became the night.  
I could see in this tear
through the sunlight
what my life should have been.

The wind is a voice
I long to hear again.
One tear left me empty inside, 
in one moment, 
just one tear in the sun.

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Remembering Peace

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Remembering Peace
For Rachel, Elyse, & Lena

I saw a bird
that rode the wind.
So natural was its flight.
With so little effort this bird
rode the wind,
that I remembered peace again.

I saw a child play,
becoming upset so easily.
It only took a minute and
this child was happy
and began to play again.
It was then I understood peace again.

I saw the sky,
full of beautiful clouds
The sky turned dark;
a great storm came,
thunder, lightning, wind.
Then I saw the most amazing thing,
a rainbow stretching over the world.
It was then I had peace again,
great peace in my heart.     

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Unstoned And The Flower Children

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Unstoned & The Flower Children
For the children of America 
who have turned to flowers 
in the streets of Vietnam and Islam

Unstoned;
A child of the flowers,
Inspired;
By a movement of peace,
protests children of
antiwar demonstrations,
just a child 
on independence avenue
marching from the art museum.
Philadelphia;
Vietnam;
And the sons of liberty were put to death
so the sons of prosperity could have their day.
Where have they all gone?
When will they ever learn?
Unstoned;
Flower children 
now sons of perdition.
Their movement of peace
exchanged for a thirst for power,
liquidating America.
One child remembers 
the day of protest
for the blood of the unstoned;
The dead of the day of love and peace,
the time when the wicked were flower children.
And the sons of liberty are dying
In the streets of Islam,
And the house of the unstoned is full of tears.
The flowers of the flower children are bleeding
green ink and blue blood.
I will go to the art museum
and walk alone,
and weep.
On the streets of the city of brotherly love,
Philadelphia,
I will walk the road of protest.
The road that was walked by thousands of liberties children,
the unstoned.
Missing faces of the flower children,
I will remember the day we stood up
and were counted in the face of the industrial generation,
those who executed JFK,
the sickles and hammers of LBJ,
the grim reapers of the sixties and seventies,
putting the sons of America to death for currency.
I will walk the steps of the art museum through the streets 
of Philadelphia for the children of the millennium.
I see their blood on the canvas of Islam.
The strokes of the artiest,
the unstoned,
the liquidation generation.
The children of love that have turned to stone,
the once stoned, 
the unstoned.
Hearts of stone
greed
and hypocrisy,
bleeding the nation,
bleeding the children,
bleeding freedom,
blood black, green blood for blue blood.
The blood of America turned black to oil,
The blood of young men running green to greed,
it is running through the streets of America
from the homes of the people,
running down the steps of the art museum
down the streets of the City of Brotherly Love,
calling out the names of a slaughtered generation
calling out the names of a dying generation,
calling out the names of those who walked in protest
those whose hearts have turned to stone,
running down the steps of the state department.
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the blue blooded boys of the millennium gone?
Gone to serve,
gone to serve the earth,
gone .
And the flowers are already growing 
over the dead we sow.
The unstoned lay the stones,
the grave stones
over this generation.
These dead children
they are the new flower children
watered by the tears of those who remember love,
your tears and my tears.
I will walk the road of protest again.
Walk it alone, 
to remember
to protest,
to stand up for love and peace,
to see and end of the rein of the unstoned.
To every thing there is a season.
When will they ever learn?

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