DISGUISED MOMENTS

BEAUTIFUL CHILDHOOD MEMORIES...

those were/are moments meant to be cherished. The beauty of moments like those is that they do not come with metals, purple hearts, or human contrivances that smother the truth in our memories like water poured over our shrouded faces...

I realize that much of this sounds like nothing more than being contrary, if so, then I am the ultimate contrariness of Me, the flip-side to We, the same, yet different, yet equal, a twin of our human collective spirit. Flipped on its head it still makes sense... We need stop doing things so God-awfully backwards!

GRAVITY:

Gravity dictates our beholden.
Gravity holds our attention
Erects our spines
Lifts our hands
Moves our feet
Holds us back from ourselves.

In this sense, Gravity is God.

Call it what you will, its a force to be reckoned with...

Turning away is different than not being with, when one turns away from God, they are turning away from themselves and eventually all others.

There is a nuance of God within such a methodology.

PATRIOTISM...

The subject is overdone, the matter is ignored within such a rigid pen.

All one need know is that patriotism is a crutch for those who refuse to think...

TURNING AWAY...

Turning away is different than not being with, when one turns away from God, they are turning away from themselves and eventually all others.

There is a nuance of God within such a methodology.

OUT OF CONTROL PEOPLE...

I see a human being who is in need of help... despite how the human behaves, they still need our help, and I believe it is ours to rise above it all and remove the "in" from our differences...

Sheep learned to read about the same time the wolf began to write. Then the sheep turned the wolf into a monster with their stories and the wolf stopped writing and began to hunt.

CRUMBLING INFRASTRUCTURE...

If we are building our cities only to have them crumble, we're building them wrong.

Different, varying, yet the same use
Odd, strange, yet the same thing
Suffering, sorrowful, yet we remain
Animal, spirit, yet still unfilled
Different, varying, same...

God left no one. God cannot be ejected. All are with God, lessons, too. Rise to God's occasion, rise to exactness....

I laugh because we are all the same, I cry because we seem to be oblivious to it.

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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SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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