Here was their plan-
Raise the passion of debate
Bring on a face that winks disdain in his scripted lines, followed by her career scripted rebuttals and his hurled invectives and her pretense- his and her unicycles heading to the same private club to have a few laughs over drinks, to be joined by a full orchestra of clowns honking and wheezing their way around the newly arrived gaggle of geese, because when you're seeking a natural sound that might be considered noise in all of the chaos, it's slim pickings in nature, unless you're talking about human nature.
I mean if humans can sit in front of the television for a significant portion of their lives, then surely the people reap what they alone did not sow, but they alone do reap...
Humankind memorializing the passage of time and the spattering of flesh is a sign that we have discovered something relevant to us while we warred- Peace shall not tolerate the brevity of its use any longer, at least not without our extinction and its beginning again from scratch.
God bless those who have served, and may they now rise as peacemakers and peacekeepers, that we may honor something that doesn't suffer...
The machine's in my head
The machine holds me up
It hears, sees, it breathes
it stirs, it bends my knees
The machine's in my head
Unfolding in front of me
Unfolding me in front of you
Unfolding you in front of me
Life's great and grand symphony
Mechanical, as if memorized
As if the truth breathed its beginning
As if the machine felt itself spinning
You see the problem with our system and ourselves, we needn't imagine that the election of a president means the party that they happen to belong to is superior to the other, but equals, supposably all leaders, right?
We cannot continue to divide further than we are, a divided House falls, lest we forget. And we certainly don't have cause to threaten fellow citizens from either side, that is not the way forward...
We've a collective reality and an individual actuality, best we maintain a loving balance.
Even when we plummet we find ourselves powerless to the undergoing physical change that is set to greet us readily.
Fail not to tote the fullness of Love, for the One Exactness of God unfolds upon our stewardship...
To the brutal chains of our existence, end your reign on humankind, or we will greet you with your own broken reflection...
God needn't us to take a step away,
God needs us to forget the story
And take up the story where your savior left off in his testament to God, not away, within God rises along with Love, the story moving forward to the unfolding truth... breathe children of God... Be.
As tall as we may feel
There's always a tree
Or a bluff or a mountain
That reaches higher still
Bows our prideful heads
Opens our eyes up to us
Nothing more for now
Enough of our sightless romp
Temper the see through wall
Not much of a wall if you ask me
More like a window in order to see