scraps of paper relay this:

July 2, 2005

Leave it to us then,
to make our arms strong
let us sweat
and push our uncaloused hands to the tasks
in which we can become builders
and learn by the bearings
of such an earth

Let us be men,
as we swagger in between
the wombs of our own children
and the beggars we should meet

Let us too, find God
within splintered skin, where we reside
for the glory of love is only known
by unsheltered men,
who don't fear their own kind

Let us stay here
beneath scarcely lit skies
with their invocation of terror
shadowed kindly
by a morning's reprise


July 17

We move through these things
carelessly shuffling between
the good gifts presented
and the necessity of one's needs

antenna fingers press the petal cheek
and run down the solemn chin,
to the other half, mirroring

those lips,
which carry the truth
become petty thieves
when allowing such a construction of
words to pass through

a dialect of defense
concrete letters to an
articulate inflection
of barbed wire fences

the uncertain soul held HOSTAGE
by willful intellect
just to keep the others out
no as not to be vulnerable
to a soft heart's hard attack

but I am not the undertake of your scarlet lined fears

i am another,

not the others

for a mute's safety net