Love breathes in me like an echo from my past. Life after life after life and she begins to feel the truth in my grasp, in my words and I feel her only desire, to be loved.
Memories only come from-
The song can’t end. The song must go on, brothers and sisters…
Rise together now or suffer at the hand of your consumption.
Four seconds and counting in one way or the other that is for certain. I know. You can welcome me from the misty reaches of fear. That should just about do it. Let’s begin our dance anon that less need suffer…
Everything’s going to be okay in the end. It pays to have the reassurance of love.
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It doesn’t happen all of the time. Your senses are mine, you are my brother, father, mother, sister, cousin, family, love. Play on now good soul, carry us to full love…
(Silence...)
I don’t desire the solitude. I need speak with love if I am to say that I worship full love.
Echo…
Stand up for the trees, the rivers and the streams. Stand up in unity with the children of this earth, the innocents that have laid in back of my death, my unconscious awakening. Have I been selected or have I been chosen?
What’s the difference? Try thinking of what’s next instead.
We must remember the order of things and remember who, what and where we are.
Home, child…
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All that learning, and look at you?
© 2012 by mark richard prime
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