How Stuck Are You?

money is the main cause of
this prison cell we find ourselves
locked away in. few people love
their contributions and even those
who do lament that the huge system
whose rough skin we are often required
to kiss, that same leviathan eats away
our joy and causes us to miss the beauty
of life, in our children, a tree, the sky
and the cry of a bird, the still small voice
inviting freedom sometimes is made to feel like
the voice of insanity, until we loose a loved one
or find ourselves unable to give another day to despair
then sometimes the get huge cutters and sever the chains
we have carried so consistently their clanging now deafening
though before we could only hear the sound of our masters saying
buy this and be happy, sell this for me and enjoy your life, climb
over the sad body of your neighbor, shoot those who don’t look like you
only now it is clear which is the voice of the loco and which is the sound of God.


The Lonely Truth

i stand at my post but this time
i let go of the personal reasons
to protest and stand in the lonely
Truth the demanding one who calls
out from the depth of the bones and
knows… it’s a backbone thing really
rising up from the tailbone it
bends and sways but never breaks
just holds out no matter what comes
bashing through the world with a creative or
conventional lie, takes hold of the morning
like the dawn herself, singing praise
to life, but without one iota of compromise
there is no place to give in when it comes
to Truth, i’m not of course speaking of
all those indidvidual self-deceptions we
call truth i’m talking about Truth born
of forever of love and creation, that one
that can’t be bought or sold or held hostage
by a fistful of money somehow
breaking down the bars that have gathered us in dungeons
teaching the lame to leap and the poor to inherit the earth.