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Journey Onward Dear Spirits of Love


The previous words are true, though no more so than all of the things that have happened to me and that continue to bring me to dance with confidence knowing they would never permit harm to befall me.

My brothers and sisters, I’ve never forgotten all of my vile rage. The great journey toward peace, the sovereign journey I had to make in order to know love awaits I've taken. The rituals and medicines of original man are all but wiped out and that, I’m rather sure, is abhorrent to love.

Journey onward dear spirits of love; find out who you truly are. You’re not some misbegotten child, you could and can be the next one to ask the question who am I and have the answer come back affirmative. Seek the cure for your dis-ease…

Love gave me the courage to speak, to believe in something greater than myself. I’ve had enough! Being blind to love was my curse. I’ve had enough with myself as my self waited in the wings with an aria pursed upon its lips.


© 2012 by mark richard prime


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