If you want to love Jesus
December 11, 2008
He looks like this:
Not this:
a new year thought
January 1, 2008
When I Become Santa
December 14, 2007
We move operations south
to Newark, Watts, Bronx
East LA and ten thousand
other empty places.
We begin to make toys for souls.
Peaceful and playful
thoughtful and joyous toys.
Now
unafraid and knowing –
we will walk this earth
giving gifts.
leave me alone for Christmas
December 10, 2007
Like in a glass-sided beehive,
the poor and dying press
against the window of my mind.
I cover the glass with candy canes
and Santas.
dear God
December 10, 2007
help us to understand
(not that we would change
anything)
Aristoscale vs humanscale – a participatory poem by Christine, Jak, Qazse, and Z-freek
December 9, 2007
what if
we stopped
building mansions
what if
we began
to build ourselves.
our home
in our hearts
freedom
our home
in each other
humanity
our home
in love compassion
reality
on the outside looking in
December 6, 2007
You never look
at me.
I often look
at you.
You have
those things
I am told
bring happiness.
I have
those things
I am told
bring shame.
I look into
the restaurant –
you spend
my week’s wages
in a night
so elegant
so white
table cloths
and candles
fine wines
and waiters.
I could go on
and on,
but I have been ordered
to move along…