VARIATION ON THE LAST POST BY FRANRIG VON SCHTUPIFIED

Variation by Franrig Von Schtupified, aka, Scribe- a pretentious ass! An angel of distinction in his own mind gone to thinking. Rewrite needed, who ya gonna call? (Rosanne!) Ha! Word,one,we,death, ...eternal... life, everlastingly... forgiving... Who ya gonna call when the pitch is out of the park? Peacemakers, dream-makers, wanna get my hair cut to make sense the formation! Egads! Yikes! HEAVEN'S TO BETSY! Holy Crap! (HC)... of what holds such a story as this, as We, she and I, them and thee... let it be...
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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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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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