Michael's 'Deep Thoughts'

Is there justice anywhere?
Can anyone speak and find peace?
What is the price of free speech?
Must everyone sacrifice who wants a voice?

Is violence the only way to speak?
Are the police the soldiers of the wealthy?
What is the role of the worker?
Have we returned to the industrial revolution?

Will unions rise?
Will there be new Pinkertons to break the Unions?
Will innocents be shot for the sake of a few dollars?
How do they sort the non violent from the rioters?

The world seems run by fraud
Charges for services never rendered
Always taking, never giving
The masses existing to enrich the few

The wealthiest have the best justice money can buy
But, is justice at a high price just?

What if God hears my prayers?
Can a man change God?
What if God hears but does not want what I want?
He knows my needs, but do I know God’s will?

Is not God stronger willed than any person?
Why would God listen?
How many people want something different than me?
Who will God hear?

Would a God who obeyed us be any sort of God?
Is there a way to make God do what I want?
Why would I want to pray?
Will not God do what God wishes?

Unless God loves me
Unless I pray for another reason
Perhaps there is no reason to change God
Perhaps I need God to change me

Is love the happy quiet moments holding hands?
Or is it sticking through hard times that remain hard?
Is it the moments we feel on top of the world,
or those we refuse surrender for the other’s sake?

Why is it that we face life?
Why do we promise to accept the bad with the good?
If love is accepting both, is it rare?
It seems we are afraid to accept the hard moments

The same one who fears abandonment leaves –
Do we undervalue love?
What is more wonderful than staying
knowing that in all the world something, somewhere is safe.

Who would forget?
To forget would be to lose everything
To build a house with your own hands
Only to set it on fire and watch it burn

The house is secure and safe
So I will live there

So much is tied to the past
What is called family of origin
So many struggles to understand
So many struggles to find a niche in the world

Do we escape or differentiate?
but we cannot escape what is inside
Old habits remain even in a new place
How do we create a new life?

Is there a place, or do we just hold?
Do we build a home, or travel with home?
Where is the heart, is that where the home is?
So many decisions — what will tomorrow bring?

I love to see black
After months of seeing red
Black is beautiful
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Both time and distance can separate
For who can cross an hour?
Any distance can be crossed
But we are caught in the flow of time

The heart wants to cross the hours
There are so many dreams to chase
Can one be homesick for a lost moment?
The heart says that home is both time and place

Yet time is a cruel river
Taunting as I stand looking across
Knowing that there is not a mile to cross
Yet when I arrive it will be too late

Time leaves the heart helpless
Some things are beyond control

Is a tender conscience worse than punishment?
Can the conscience burn more than a beating?
Can public acclaim sting worse than shame?
What does it mean to see another living your punishment?

There is never a time we are not “caught”
The heart knows every action
Does the heart punish?
Is there not sympathy?

Yet so many are locked up
So many are without sympathy
They say the jail is built as soon as the church
A place for people with no use for repentance

The heart wonders the mix of shame and shamelessness
So many feel the guilt of others
So many are unaware of their own actions
Why is humanity so very different from one another

What will be written upon the heart of a man?
Will it ever be read as if it were written upon the shirt?
If the words are read will any look past their own hearts?
There seems shame enough to go around