BREAKING DOWN THE SANDMAN'S ENTRANCE, Metallica - Enter Sandman [Official Music Video]

BREAKING DOWN THE SANDMAN'S ENTRANCE,

Metallica - Enter Sandman [Official Music Video]

ENTER SAND MAN
Hello my friend
Longtime no see between dreams
there is no way but through God, through the self
No prison in wait for the Dreamweaver.
Open your minds to the Never-end!
Create, be! Dam* well be!

Sandman you're fading. Your tentacles, your guns, your bombs, your money, your indifference, off to Never! Never! Never! Never-Ever-End!

Wake up, now... There's much work to be done to stave off Fear's lament...

Boom boom, let us begin, what on (H)eartH are we waiting for? Do not wait, pray God is in these words, being is believing...

Peace, Me, Scribe! Mark...

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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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CONFESSION ZERO

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