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The Lost Horizon. 

I pushed my fingers up,
up through the dirt, to find the
putrid haze of yellow light.
And everything was a catacomb
around my blinded eyes,

wounded in the heart.
I stole a breath from
choked air, polluted oceans
of gray smoke, filtering
through these cobweb shelf lungs.

My cotton numb tongue
stretched for filthy blood,
to taste the fruits of life again.
And all I found was dust.

 

My Gay Friend

He was just a normal kid,

Except that he was gay.

He liked another boy.

He thought that was okay.

“It isn’t right!”

Is what they said.

His heart was broken,

His heart was dead.

Why couldn’t he love?

Why was it so wrong?

Then the people said,

“Gays don’t belong!”

Didn’t God love everyone?

No mater who they were?

Isn’t true love universal?

Whether it is a him or a her?

He thought everyone was equal,

And everyone had rights

Whether gay or straight

Whether black or white.

Then they used lies and deceit

Twisting all the facts

To get a proposition passed

Which would stop love in its tracks.

So sadly in California

Love is no longer free.

People now practice hate.

Equality is not meant to be.

Someday they will learn

That tolerance is the key

And to everyone, even gays

Love is universal and is free!

Say Yes

Say Yes

 

when two violins are placed in a room

if a chord on one violin is struck

the other violin will sound the note

if this is your definition of hope

this is for you


the ones who know how powerful we are

who know we can sound the music in the people around us

simply by playing our own strings

for the ones who sing life into broken wings



open their chests and offer their breath

as wind on a still day when nothing seems to be moving

spare those intent on proving god is dead

for you when your fingers are red

from clutching your heart


so it will beat faster

for the time you mastered the art of giving yourself for the sake of someone else

for the ones who have felt what it is to crush the lies

and lift truth so high the steeples bow to the sky

this is for you

this is also for the people who wake early to watch flowers bloom


who notice the moon at noon on a day when the world

has slapped them in the face with its lack of light

for the mothers who feed their children first

and thirst for nothing when they're full

this is for women

and for the men who taught me only women bleed with the moon

but there are men who cry when women bleed

men who bleed from women's wounds

and this is for that moon

on the nights she seems hung by a noose

for the people who cut her loose

and for the people still waiting for the rope to burn
about to learn they have scissors in their hands

this is for the man who showed me

the hardest thing about having nothing

is having nothing to give

who said the only reason to live is to give ourselves away

so this is for the day we'll quit or jobs and work for something real


we'll feel for sunshine in the shadows
look for sunrays in the shade

this is for the people who rattle the cage that slave wage built

and for the ones who didn't know the filth until tonight

but right now are beginning songs that sound something like
people turning their porch lights on and calling the homeless back home

this is for all the shit we own

and for the day we'll learn how much we have

when we learn to give that shit away

this is for doubt becoming faith

for falling from grace and climbing back up

for trading our silver platters for something that matters
like the gold that shines from our hands when we hold each other

this is for the grandmother who walked a thousand miles on broken glass
to find that single patch of grass to plant a family tree

where the fruit would grow to laugh

for the ones who know the math of war

has always been subtraction


so they live like an action of addition

for you when you give like every star is wishing on you

and for the people still wishing on stars

this is for you too