Those who speak of love,
Those who speak of love,
Welcome it
Live it
Build homes together
Grow old together,
Are the wonders
Of the past
The present and the future.
They are what it means
To be free,
To be human.
So many never make it,
Bleeding promises
Feeding the devil.
Dying before they reach
The sky.
There are too many prisoners,
Graveyards
Full of those
Who never knew
The breaking of chains
The taste of freedom.
Caught up in survival
Crawling in circles
Picking up the scraps
Crowding into flop houses
Full to bursting
The stink of unwashed skin,
The plague of dirty water.
The pipes are blown away
The roof of the church
Has gone
Paupers stole the lead
As mad as hatters,
Sailing to the New World
On a life raft.
Anywhere
Is better than here
Becomes a motto
For the unloved
Who run away
And never make it
Neither here nor there.
Nothing is ever left behind
Not even loneliness.
Love is worth more
Than gold.
It is never a burden
I know,
Believe me, I know.
Nurture your love
Let it grow,
To be truly human,
Is a wonder to behold.
There is no dominance
To be proud of
Fear lies deep
Down in the bowl.
The foundering root of us
Surrounded by lifeless rock
Unfashioned stone
Expressionless
A face caught in a fault line
To be rehewn
With little empathy,
Grief is dispersed
In the smelting.
I am stiffened
Dreams are as much of life
As they are of death.
The flower of my imagination
Permeates the soil
Fertile in my belief
Of the newly found.
All life is rehoused
From the rigid confines
That hold tight
To the prisoner.
Press me to thine bosom
There is peace in it
A disentanglement.
There is little life in marble
No beating heart.
Figurines emerge
Never fully formed.
Blind harpies inherit
A breathless landscape,
So much of it is uncontained.
The sweep of it
Escaping the limit
Of the imagination
Which remains
A vessel for all the demons
Who live among us
Waiting to be exposed.
Tear me out of the ground
Mask my fears
Cement my features,
In stone, I am timeless.