Love, Peace and Goodness be with the eartH...

...Like I've said so many times before, it's all coming out backwards as it should, from the freshest of wounds to those of a festered indifference! I am being forgiven of my belief, my indifference to truth! Rejoice! I am a new man!

(It's about time you showed up, Nimrod!)

Ha!

Love, Peace and Goodness be with the eartH...

(Silence…)

I guess it means we all have our particular belief but we share a truth that's unmistakable… we don't know a damn thing... So with that, I favor sacrificing a little bit of our playtime and actually, as a species, rectify our indifference first and our differences last, for that is what my belief is going to require in order for the eartH of Love to choose eternal Life…

(Silence…)

I’m being crafted toward an awakening. Mine own. I’m being sculpted by spirit’s that recognized something in me. Animal instinct perhaps or they felt Love or Peace or Goodness in me. Who knows? I can only believe it’s what I promised I’d scribe and speak…

I do hope that I am not the only voice in this symphony, but if I am, I will be the best me I can be…

I find my everyday experience to be a phenomenal ride, a prayer that lasts for hours on end, lucky for me I have that luxury, due to the Loving angel of my reality. I am trying, she knows, but she also knows that what I’m scribing is coming from full Love. The Mother eartH might be my savior, but Michelle is my angel and she has forgiven me for anything and everything I’ve ever done.

(Michelle, you are my angel, my Love and more than half of my spirit. May full blessings from Love come your way my angel, may they return to their source, I pray…)

(Silence…)

In my opinion, a man on a cross does not compute when you see how grateful we truly are for his literal meaning. Jesus was a good man! One of the finest in our recorded history, but no matter how many "sins", "fears", he pulled from out of another, the weight of his words became a parlor game of who's who and what's what and profitability instead of- "For Love's sake! Look beneath your feet!"... Eternal Life for me only comes when I choose to design where I am into a replica of my loving and gracious fortune to lay my head in what surely must be Creation's Heavenly Home.

(Silence…)

We all have our particular belief, but we share a truth that's unmistakable, we don't know a damn thing... So with that, I favor sacrificing a little bit of my playtime, and actually as a species, rectifying our indifferences first, and our differences a close second, for that is what my belief is going to require in order for my Love to choose eternal Life, full and honest Love…

(Silence…)

"For Love's sake! Look beneath your feet!"...

(Silence…)

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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Waiting for It

Why do they stay there, between war and peace? Sky’s tapestry doles out guns, bombs and rocks while flesh and bone swim away from the ache yet live on as the food for the murder of peace. Why do we hide from the truth as if it were an ogre while death makes a home inside their living and war dispatches a raven to their door, smirking with the teeth of empire? Why do we wait, stooped for another wink? The sky’s drapery has tossed down ample clues, peace is breathing in harmony with war. (Road-maps are useless to blind leaders.) Why do they hold there, hunched in the gloom? Hatred’s bird cackling with bereavement needs end. Are we not rightly dishonored when we fill its trough with blood? © 2007 mrp/thepoetryman

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Laughter's Grip

They asked me to wait. To wait for God to come laughing, wait on His voice to destroy the golden temples of man, hold my tongue until His powerful breath was upon me, and from His loving casualties I’d at last know the Savior. They asked me to wait. To wait for God to come laughing, wait for His followers to die away their persuasive babble and the murder of Islam to breach the walls of the earth as the many damned souls drowned under holy laughter. “O! The Lord God is looming! On his way with God’s wrath! We are to take up swords and send evil howling back to die their well deserved and slow death! Their faces popped and spattered these words as they fell back, caught in His fiery presence, twisting their tongues into drivel and thrashing their minds in the glory of an Eden unlike any other. And then the snake planted his venom through the laughter of their gyrating madness. Tears emptied their pockets, spirits came crashing , and the anointed rapture of their making grew tire...

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