7.24.12 If you choose to enter the world

The humble shall inherit the eartH, Heaven, if God and Love will it to be. The arrogant have come into agony. Two sides of the coin- one is Love, the other, fear. It’s time to remedy my suffering by only Loving the (H)eartH! Cleansing her soil! I’m scribing for everyone and every sacred thing, all, you know, even those you don’t, that this is Heaven! Rejoice at such great fortune to receive eternal life!

(Sounds like a prison stint to me.)

It’s no prison, it’s paradise, it’s belief. We make it what we will…

I don’t know, but if I, inexplicably, didn’t want full Love, I believe all have the option to sleep as long as they weren’t needed by the Mother anymore, by the Father anymore for a while, until you desired to rest of Love and God awhile. If I replenish my time in silence, true silence, not plugged in to get it out, but inward out comes your surge of a loving memory into silence and I can return when and if the need arises or I desire as sovereign to my self. My dreams must again be returned to Love and God, Love first because we’ll not bring anything but Love the day we all see God’s face in the mirror, the sky or standing humbly before our crestfallen eyes…

This is Heaven, what possible reason could there be for leaving heaven save that one’s exhausted of this eternal kingdom of Heaven, and if one chosses one can take a paradise nap as long as one likes in the beautiful dreams of silence. Nothingness. Bliss. Silence. Asleep or awake, it’s blissfull in and out evermore, or just come back when you’re rested and recharged for more amazing things to come our way. In the mean time, we’ll be keeping a light on in heaven for your happy return!

Imagine? Eternal Life in Heaven, in sleep and in consciousness, both a belief eternal and with the approval of Love...

I don’t know. I can’t know. I’ve yet to pass the test of my convictions, but it doesn’t stop my belief from pouring out, tightening my scribe into a most loving belief…

(If you choose to enter the world you’ve created, Mark, it might cause unexpected consequences…?)

Perhaps, but now is all that matters my fine feathered spirit. You want to sleep, I want to Live, Love and Laugh evermore, if Creation wills it, especially after what I’ve done. If I may rest from constant love, I may also nap at my own resurrection… Rejoice! My duty was mighty, my duty was sacred, humbling, agonizing, needed…

(Who knows what comes after?)

None of my business. My business at this stage in my existence is to the (H)eartH, she will return my love a hundred fold…

(Silence.)

Love…

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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Waiting for It

Why do they stay there, between war and peace? Sky’s tapestry doles out guns, bombs and rocks while flesh and bone swim away from the ache yet live on as the food for the murder of peace. Why do we hide from the truth as if it were an ogre while death makes a home inside their living and war dispatches a raven to their door, smirking with the teeth of empire? Why do we wait, stooped for another wink? The sky’s drapery has tossed down ample clues, peace is breathing in harmony with war. (Road-maps are useless to blind leaders.) Why do they hold there, hunched in the gloom? Hatred’s bird cackling with bereavement needs end. Are we not rightly dishonored when we fill its trough with blood? © 2007 mrp/thepoetryman

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Laughter's Grip

They asked me to wait. To wait for God to come laughing, wait on His voice to destroy the golden temples of man, hold my tongue until His powerful breath was upon me, and from His loving casualties I’d at last know the Savior. They asked me to wait. To wait for God to come laughing, wait for His followers to die away their persuasive babble and the murder of Islam to breach the walls of the earth as the many damned souls drowned under holy laughter. “O! The Lord God is looming! On his way with God’s wrath! We are to take up swords and send evil howling back to die their well deserved and slow death! Their faces popped and spattered these words as they fell back, caught in His fiery presence, twisting their tongues into drivel and thrashing their minds in the glory of an Eden unlike any other. And then the snake planted his venom through the laughter of their gyrating madness. Tears emptied their pockets, spirits came crashing , and the anointed rapture of their making grew tire...

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CONFESSION ZERO

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