The Audacity of Truth

I am the next one, are these words the thing that evade my howling lips?

Do I see them more as a metaphor and have yet to feel the audacity of their truth?

Have I unwittingly staged a coup d'état on hell? Maybe it was purposeful from the spirit of Love. If humankind will but recognize belief as our return of love to Love we’ll have meaning. It never ceases, it is eternal this ingestion of the fullness of love, Love would have it no other way. Did we really expect Creation’s love to end? We haven’t the capacity for such thought? Never-end? If Heaven truly does exist, then we, my finely un-feathered friends, are already inside of eternity, so wouldn’t it be best if we began to recognize where we are and treat eternity as if it’s Heaven, or at the least as a Heavenly Home?

(Silence…)

(Wind…)

(Traffic!)

Human-fouled traffic wanting me to fear! Anything and anyone that invites fear into my heart must be regarded as the enemy to the fullness of Love.

(Echo…)

(Silence…)

(Love…)

If it is unfolding as was meant to be, am I not a part of that unfolding? Is it not my duty to Love… to only love? Isn’t fear the opposite of love when we get right down to it?

Full fear is hell, full Love is Heaven. I believe it beyond one shadow of any and all doubt, so my faith’s of Love.

(ping)

Lights! Curtain! Now live! Love and laugh!

No more deceit for some ill-conceived profit.

This is my belief! I believe I’ve been summoned to answer the simple question of where I am, therefore where we are. I am convinced of it, therefore it is real to me, and if it is real to me, this belief, then doesn’t it stand to reason that if this belief is my truth, then making it the eartH’s as well and, since you and I are a part of the eartH then it is yours as well, correct, or is my math too sloppy?

Where else could belief, if it is as important to who we are as even the blood that courses through our veins, be headed if not into the fullness of Love, Heaven, God, Life, Laughter without an nth of fear within our doctrines?

We all know a bit about theft, all of us are thieves. We’ve stolen if we factor in our misuse of the eartH. Of our Heavenly Home, we’ve nearly worn out our welcome and we’ve little left to give now in our tumble.

Please allow me to dance with your love and your fear, that I might return the fullness of a most loving spirit to you.

Understanding, Forgiveness and Love…

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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CONFESSION ZERO

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