Sleep away the pain of this life

Sleep away the pain of this life - 8.07.12

In my belief...

I've had enough of this outside in story falling out all jumbled up and missing the truth in the flesh when all of our eager words without deeds only manage to punish the air with their foul sway…

The truth is all I truly seek. Who am I, what am I and where am I?

(What of the me?)

Already figured that one out, dear spirit. It’s the “I” that the “me” can’t quite grasp. Why the game, why the plot thickening upon the tree that took a life? I’m done with that story. I’ve lived it everyday and it’s been playing backwards since I was a child, my head got rung up a time or two and flipped “me” upside down into “I”…

Sleep away the pain of this life, lift it from me dear Wife and Mother, Great and Grand Mother that I may lift mine from off of your own…

(Don’t be angry, they were just ushering you in…)

I’m destroying evil that we might dance atop the laughter of the HeartH! It matters in only one duty- stewardship of the Home, stewards for Love’s dancing spirit, God’s of Love, if you will…

I am not the only one, you are not the only one, we are not the only one who breathes as God! Rejoice in that note dear spirits, stand up and dance with me on top of the known beholden, to Love, to the (H)eartH. There’s no doubt it’ll be Heavenly and it will please the one Truth, if the eartH isn’t it…

(Silence…)

It’s now or at death’s cold hand that your choice will float before you without the inconvenience of time or the miracles to erase all doubt, there is no doubt my friends, it is Love that moves my fingers to and fro’, that lifts my gaze beyond the flesh and into the spirit’s dance. It’s both wonderful and lined with the ghosts of deception, present and past…

This loving part of the spirit is having me take your affections and mend them of pain, this spirit is having me take the fear from you and brush it to the wayside and breathe with full Love her heartbroken song…

Oh! Do not yet release me from this dance if it is the will of Love and God. I am not prepared to end this belief, I’m prepared to build upon it for Love, to make our brief stay a testament to the collective will and to affections toward our Home…

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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