David Michael Jackson Here we are now
in the shadows
of truth, or
what we may think is the semblance of
love which is truth, or
beauty which is truth, or
peace which wants to be true
but we don’t seem to let it
carry us
home.
So here we are in the
shadows waiting for the
warmth of summer’s truth,
waiting for our fellow man
to stop the killing of little
children
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Until Then
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When reason rules the world
there will be no flimsy excuses
for war.
When love rules the world
there will be no
children crying.
When there is hope again
then our votes will count again,
but not until then may we rest,
not until then may we be silent,
may we be content
to let lies be counted as truth,
to let the children of war
lie broken and
bleeding
without pointing to say
look, there!
– David Michael Jackson
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Waiting
waiting for
nine oclock,
fifty five years,
Godot,
waiting for
morning,
saturday,
for
candy,
ice cream,
a woman,
a man,
waiting for
sunrise,
sunsets,
a doctor,
lawyer,
(the engineer is on time)
waiting for
truth,
justice,
and the American way
and hoping
that it will all turn out
okay.
– David Michael Jackson
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Sweet Survivor
So sweet to see no tube
in her nose
no oxygen in use
no catheter
so sweet to see
three meals today
and water being drunk
with the words
I love water
Yesterday she babbled without words
today she babbles
with words
and rhymes
playfully
but answers questions
what’s your name
moonrock
so sweet to
hear my name
Little Man
– David Michael Jackson
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YES/NO?
oh one who passes messages by bottles in the sea!
can you see me
can you hear me
oh one who passes dreams across the winds!
can you see me
can you hear me
maybe yes in the morning and no in the
afternoon and maybe tonight we will
ride the wind~~~
these are bottles in the sea
sealed by small hands of children
too young or too old to
struggle with answers
or questions
may we all still be young enough
to roll our message
into the bottle
may we
all be careful with the sealing
may we
have enough faith
to throw it
with all our might
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Y2K Boo-Hoo Blues
forks and spoons may not work in a few hours
no more cars
no more tv to bother us
no airplanes flying overhead
making noise
no more traffic lights
no computers
no internet
how quiet it will seem
maybe the birds will sing
instead
and
we can hear the wind in the
trees again
remember the wind in the trees?
It was on the cd they put out
with all those sounds
it is good that we recorded them
so we’ll
know
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