I Dreamed I was a Gardener

Please ask me what I believe I know, for, what I truly know, ain't worth diddly squat! What I know without knowing, that's a whole different flight plan...

For the Love of God I was lost but now am found,
The God of Love? Not so much.
The guardian of peace and Laughter's more my style.

It can't be helped, Love and Forgiveness are by my side as equals, through and through, they're the captains of my salvation, the truth in my reality, which is within Me, which is We in my belief...

Do not fear anything with an irrational bent. It's truly a complete waste of our "time". Better to know and remember, never one without the other.

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"*Sabotage- a deliberate action aimed at weakening another entity through subversion, obstruction, disruption, or destruction.

Saboteur- one who engages in sabotage. As a rule, saboteurs try to conceal their identities because of the consequences of their actions. For example, *whereas an environmental pressure group might be happy to be identified with an act of sabotage, it would not want the individual identities of the perpetrators known."

That's odd, the example is a sabotge in and of itself, aligning an environmental grou as perpetrator thay are attempting to conflate the idea with destruction. Too easy.

I just edited the wikipedia page on sabotage. I deleted the *above example...

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Monsanto...

The truth of the one seed is lost within you.
It's behind the profit from and the indifference to the natural flow of Life.
Careful Monsanto, you may find yourself without a Loving cause to continue down the path of your Genetically Modified Organism...

ACTION: http://www.organicconsumers.org/monsanto/

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I took the fact that my mower wouldn't start that I needed to find one of those old-fashioned lawn-mowers with the multiple rolling and spinning blades and enjoy the birds as I mow. What an idea!

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I dreamed I was a gardener
and thought not a bad gig for humans,
to reap what they alone do sow.

Then it hit me, if We are gardeners,
what sorrow shall befall our tenure?

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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........•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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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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