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Between Truth and My Thoughts


You awoke too early, the dance hadn't begun.

I begged to differ. The twisted tale came roaring like a river set loose its tether, like a rock ballad lifted high in its belief. The song plays now, if I choose to hear it.

Listen... Listen... Listen! Listen... Listen… Listen! Listen. Listen. Listen!

Love’s what brought me to belief. What’s between the thought and the ear is too great a distance to ever rise. What’s between my reality and my thought? What’s between your reality and your thought? What’s between all reality and collective thought? What’s between your reality and your thought? I’m in heaven.

I look around me and what do I see? Love, family, laughter. The thing that must set us free from who we’ve become and allow us to remember who we were and her plea that we love.

Are you my daughter? The spirit of Love blows now southward, beyond the raging rush hours, outside of self, just being. What courage is found in denying it any longer, they are upon me with Love, I upon them with Love’s command for my embrace. With reflections casting pearls, Love and laughter and the landscape littered with fear- I recall this feeling, it felt like cherish the mother, my beholden, my Love, my worship, my daughter. I think I may have stumbled upon heaven.

We can believe what we want, we needn’t reality to dream, they’ve enough wasted in this moment. Time is an absurd concept! How dare we attempt to scribble our hate-filled foolishness upon the Heart(H) of Love?

That which is Love. You are my child. Daughter, it is me.

Love... Love... Love... Love... Listen. Listen. Listen. Listen. Love…




© 2011 by mark prime


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