Bring the bridle of Love's creation and you‘ll find eternity!
Soon after the horse gallops, kind magician, bring forth your peace and Love and joy, your eternity? Wave your wand, bend your knee, clasp your hands, rock back and forth, bend in obedience to that which you cannot know, to that which gallops like the horse, might we raise our cries to grant this wish, this dream of our making, of our making! Oh! Come! The time is nigh! We must begin the journey's end and our walk backwards, away from the edge of madness and into the arms of Love! (Now!) Now, away from the edge of Love. Stave off your hell, it fast approaches…
Loving children all! Listen to her moan, her cello bleeding out her Love, his sound, murmuring our haste. Pray we lift Love’s eyes upon our joy, our delight at having found ourselves in heaven, Love‘s creation! It’s all Love! It is Love! Inside all of us, drop your pride and wars and hypocrisies, and for the Love of Love, breathe! (And so on…)
This is the dance! The dance, I’m having with belief evermore! With Love beside me, beneath, and all around me, I find myself in heaven, the one of my making, the creation of you and you and you and you and you and everyone of us in heaven, angels all, sightless angels that have their belief traded in for their wits. Please? I beg you, don’t look sadly upon this news, look at it as a truth worth exploring, a Love worth embracing to the cello’s evermore…
Breathe more air and suffer to cleanse anything that is yours you’ve left behind, make her shine with Love and remember where you are...
Heaven! For Love’s sake, Heaven! We’re creating heaven as we speak! It is not mine alone, these mighty words coming down the pike ready to quiver their load, it is you! It is you and you and you and you and you and you, these words belong to you! They are ours to sing! It has been you all along. Your spirits danced and sang as you’d wanted them to.
There‘s no need to even try and seal away the breath of Love.
She spins and I dash to catch the parts that are mine, but I’d already used up my unwelcome destruction of the Heart(H) of Love, it’s not what you know that matters most it is what you do!
Deeds are the key. Don’t you see? If our thoughts, if our hands, if our arms and if our machines and if our most fervent event of Love’s embrace ever known to man, save from our beginning, was immeasurable by machines and death meant nothing to your Love, then we‘d have been finished long ago! Yet, in heaven. The one of our choosing. Pray our thoughts rise away from that of a willing hell where Love never rises on our sorrow evermore. Goodbye, Heaven! Goodbye, Paradise, Love! Goodbye, Eternity! (Life after life after life after life after laughter! Life after laughter! Love ever-after!) Dance! Dance! Dance and rejoice! Take pleasure in the idea of heaven now! Heaven right now! Not some future, but now! This moment dance! This now dance! Dance! Dance and shout! Now Love! Love now! Love! Heaven is ours! Love!
Oh Love! Please forgive me! I am on bent knee asking you to forgive me for the deaths that were of my hand! Forgive me for the sadness I carried over your loving frame that needed my help! Crying out to breathe again! (Why would we sling our favor to merely one and not to all of Love?) Love’s at the wits end, not the wit of man’s story, but the sorrow of the story that fouled heaven. Begin again.
Begin again and bring forth Love without regret. Without sorrow of any kind. I am in heaven. Open your arms! Open your eyes! Open your hearts! For Love’s sake, open your hearts!
I promised! I promised to stay the journey, to revel in its delight at its creation of belief! It soars with the eagles and into the sun and through the eartH if we choose it! She writhes! She writhes! Open your god-fouled eyes! She writhes!
Love awaits his creations to heal themselves. If we will not, Love will.
Oh! This is the part that floats the air with a gale whipping the wind into countless sighs. Screeching low that Love needs us to see! Love needs us to breathe! Breathe! Breath deep! ...Breathe deep, my Love.
Tomorrow begins my continuation, Love willing, of the same theme- and there I go, off to dance with the days spirits! Their beliefs rock me! They can spin me nearly out of control, running for the hills imagining I’ll be safe from such thinking. I choose to dance and it is my pleasure.
Each of us are a stepping stone to the truth, starting at our thoughts of what is beneath our feet.
Change your mind on her fate at your own peril.
The eartH is alive. The Heart(H) of Love. The love of Love, Heaven.
Oh, Love! There the Heart writhed for my eyes to focus as you wept for my mind to awaken! Yes… I pray to you Love! Let us open our hearts! Let man see his wars for what they are, godless machinations, let him see his foul toxins in the precious water! Let him taste them in his bitter sleep, where humankind dreams up their hells for those they disagree and then sets them loose in attempt to destroy Love...
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© 2012 by mark prime