FELLOW SPIRITS ALL

Goodmorning, my fellow spirits,

Do you remember? You're my guide, sending me forth to cleanse my failings, don’t you remember? Honest and full Love with her and his and ours and theirs and yours and mine and you and me and I and on and on until the courage is mounted inside my spirit to ride the length of the fields, the length of the mountains, not these prophesies of doom and superiority over another based simply on what is believed.

Whatever happened to the truth?

(Silence…)

You too can know the truth. Take on other's sins, for in truth, they are your knowing grin, too. It will cleanse you for what's to come. We are, in the never-end, going to know it all, are we not? Otherwise, what would be the point in our suffering if not for the Hell we created? And if we are to know it all, are we not also to rein in our kind and partake in truth; the fullness of love?

(No. Nobody's God...)

It is, dear family, what matters most in our play, family, and if I care about my family enough, I'm good to go, so do just that you've decided? It is how it was deemed to be, by that which is unknown, not reality in thought, but reality in fact. It'll save us a lot of wars! A lot of murder, rape and greed, if we'll but recognize this fact, me, my family, your family, all family has been found guilty of abuse of Life! So we engage the spirit and ask ourselves if we are Love, life and Laughter, or are we Fear, Death and Tears? I for one, opt for the first, the one that began all of this our experiences! We are collected for our experiences and I believe we'd best reverse course on our belief's for a while and begin to focus on what we're doing to save our own skins from our consumption.

The game is on you, too, my friends. Mot just me, and not just my family and not just any family, but all...

........•SHRIEKING MACHINE•........ •HEAD-LINES• •RIP• ---(“Russian missiles blast Ukrainian military academy and hospital, killing more than 50, officials say”)--- There are no more lessons to learn here, no more beds to hold the human wounded, just missile’s shrieking their grotesque ode, The Death of Humankind! RIP, children of God… ---(“Hundreds attend Mercer Island vigil, march for murdered Israeli hostages”)--- Dear mourners, this is the brutal vacuum of a genocidal, terror-filled, indiscriminate war-machine made of fear and we are all hostages to its deafening roar! RIP, children of God… ---(“10-year-old allegedly confesses to fatally shooting 82-year-old man and his daughter”)--- I must confess, this is part of war’s shrieking, children lost with a we...

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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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Per Plex Ed

PER+PLEX-ED When you haven’t heard the truth in so long, when you do, it rings a most familiar s ong. That’s the human song, the truth rolling out exactly when it should. (If a truth is told and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound only to the one that spoke it?) Yes, but our ears aren’t strong enough to hear it. [a perplexed silence] © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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