Every Breath Is Love

We all have something we’re hiding. We all need bend now to that fated day when we were less significant than the (H)eartH’s precious cargo.

Hello my friend, have I angered you or have you angered me?

I have been angry with you, yet not for what you’ve wrought, but what you couldn’t tell me.

I’ve been searching for sometime now, my Love. I’ve found her, as I’ve said so many times before in the archives of these words, my Love.

If you please her in that way, in all ways, might you then have, by chance, rightly stumbled upon heaven? You now know that your friends are angels and your wife, their queen…

She is my queen. Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother. Her beauty isn’t rivaled! She floats about this, our dreams, our imaginings, our source of Love!

Who were we to jump away when danger came our way?

Animals.

Yes, animals, which are set to be found guilty of murder.

She asked me to love her, how could I have turned Love down? Or… did I, by loving her in truth, love her in fact!

Learn where you’re from, from right where you are!

The dandelion fell as the willow sang her song and rose with peace within her meadows and a hush upon the land, we stood in awe and we stood with purpose! We are stewards of Love, no easy task. It takes courage to jump around with purpose; it takes dread to jump around with fear.

Fear’s the opposite of Love. Fear’s the one thing that must be removed from man’s soul. His spirit is only whole when he is loving, peaceful, gentle, and, without fear, without pride, without…

They’re waiting on me. You're waiting on me... Oh! Grandmother! What would you have me do? Forget that you ever existed? I had to hold my tongue, because I wasn’t holding it with you!

(Long silence…)

Now you swim in my every breath… Love.

........•SHRIEKING MACHINE•........ •HEAD-LINES• •RIP• ---(“Russian missiles blast Ukrainian military academy and hospital, killing more than 50, officials say”)--- There are no more lessons to learn here, no more beds to hold the human wounded, just missile’s shrieking their grotesque ode, The Death of Humankind! RIP, children of God… ---(“Hundreds attend Mercer Island vigil, march for murdered Israeli hostages”)--- Dear mourners, this is the brutal vacuum of a genocidal, terror-filled, indiscriminate war-machine made of fear and we are all hostages to its deafening roar! RIP, children of God… ---(“10-year-old allegedly confesses to fatally shooting 82-year-old man and his daughter”)--- I must confess, this is part of war’s shrieking, children lost with a we...

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sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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Per Plex Ed

PER+PLEX-ED When you haven’t heard the truth in so long, when you do, it rings a most familiar s ong. That’s the human song, the truth rolling out exactly when it should. (If a truth is told and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound only to the one that spoke it?) Yes, but our ears aren’t strong enough to hear it. [a perplexed silence] © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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