These Mists of Lifetime- Love, Forgiveness, Truth, Peace, Laughter...

The people call out, “Help us!”

A thundering echo, “Save yourself!”

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Just be careful what I wish for my never-end, Heavenly Home or Makeshift Hell?

Give me your trust and I will weave it into your delight…

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Another chance says the man with Love and God’s fullness. Where do you think these words come from? Rest assured these thoughts come not from fear.

I am trying to act my dear daughters and Lovely angel Love, I am moving at the pace set forth by the grace of Love, otherwise, I’d be absolutely bonkers.

The story has unfolded in my direction, yet now it has surpassed Love and Peace…

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I am here to receive. Caution from both human sides, fear and love- it’s an instinctual battle to overcome want.

Take what you need, not what you can earn or thieve or blast or soil in the least.

All is forgiven when we begin to sail these mists of lifetimes. Go. Go to the truth and beyond. Time and place are irrelevant. (This is the truth as far as I have the capacity to imagine.)

I fell into this from out of the choices I made in life. I am so very sorry that I ruined what was to have been a great cause for celebration, not fear (my past loveless gestures), but with love and forgiveness wrap her arms around me and she call me father. I have to earn it by scribing Love’s belief which became a play script that cannot end, will not end until my forgiveness comes full center, to me.

I accepted that it was my creation to carve from out of the love found within me and I hit the ground tumbling, my cup was empty. So, I used the (H)eartH’s remedy… Eradicating Peace’s herb will surely fail while we’re in the sovereign flesh. Love and Creation would have it no other way.

I had to do both. …It’s complicated.

(No. It’s not, scribe. It’s a snip and a snap and a rat a tat tat.)

Not as easy as that. But yes, it’s what my upside down headed thinking will get me…

I never would have thought that, God&Love…?

Careful, that while you’re doing the wrong thing, you always know where it is that you’ve come. Make the best of it while you’re breathing in the flesh and, while you’re at it, keep that fire burning until the stars set their course in your vision…

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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