Moment of Truth
A moment of truth would be nice to see. Full lips kissing all of the leftover love, hips grown down into the soil of our feet, truth bubbling up over wobbled knees, peace rising along with the new moon.
WARNING: Mankind may cause dread.
Cancer, like war, rears its god-fouled head. Cancer, like murder, whirls its dry blade in us. Cancer, like abuse, puts its hands to our throats. Cancer, like genocide, strangles us of our half death.
-Cigarette Smoke Contains Carbon Monoxide.
-War Smoke Contains Human Wretchedness.
If one must choose one over the other, choose tobacco, there’s less suffering in it.
O! Let the sand know it’s not alone! A great wall of red, yellow and green; loving armies striding across the Sahara, groves of loving limbs reaching up to the sun.
© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime