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DISGUISED MOMENTS



BEAUTIFUL CHILDHOOD MEMORIES...

those were/are moments meant to be cherished. The beauty of moments like those is that they do not come with metals, purple hearts, or human contrivances that smother the truth in our memories like water poured over our shrouded faces...

I realize that much of this sounds like nothing more than being contrary, if so, then I am the ultimate contrariness of Me, the flip-side to We, the same, yet different, yet equal, a twin of our human collective spirit. Flipped on its head it still makes sense... We need stop doing things so God-awfully backwards!

GRAVITY:

Gravity dictates our beholden.
Gravity holds our attention
Erects our spines
Lifts our hands
Moves our feet
Holds us back from ourselves.

In this sense, Gravity is God.

Call it what you will, its a force to be reckoned with...

Turning away is different than not being with, when one turns away from God, they are turning away from themselves and eventually all others.

There is a nuance of God within such a methodology.

PATRIOTISM...

The subject is overdone, the matter is ignored within such a rigid pen.

All one need know is that patriotism is a crutch for those who refuse to think...

TURNING AWAY...

Turning away is different than not being with, when one turns away from God, they are turning away from themselves and eventually all others.

There is a nuance of God within such a methodology.

OUT OF CONTROL PEOPLE...

I see a human being who is in need of help... despite how the human behaves, they still need our help, and I believe it is ours to rise above it all and remove the "in" from our differences...

Sheep learned to read about the same time the wolf began to write. Then the sheep turned the wolf into a monster with their stories and the wolf stopped writing and began to hunt.

CRUMBLING INFRASTRUCTURE...

If we are building our cities only to have them crumble, we're building them wrong.

Different, varying, yet the same use
Odd, strange, yet the same thing
Suffering, sorrowful, yet we remain
Animal, spirit, yet still unfilled
Different, varying, same...

God left no one. God cannot be ejected. All are with God, lessons, too. Rise to God's occasion, rise to exactness....

I laugh because we are all the same, I cry because we seem to be oblivious to it.


© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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