GHOSTS OF OUR STAND

The ghosts of our stand
The boogeyman come undone
The truth is heavier than us
We are minuscule, we are small
Our thoughts bend around money
It's time to make our way free
Searching all our lives for love's tree
Climb the tall trunk, scale her majesty
Don't forgo her gifts, her skin, her glee
Raise your voices, stand up for Home
Her seeds, her soil, her air and water
Rise now to the occasion of Heaven
To what we breathe, what we are
Never end, always kindness, begin
Why'd we stop? Why'd we do it again
Jump! Leap now, start a revolution
Begin to change with evolution
Come and be the change we see
Now, now, now and now be

Live, Love, Laugh

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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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