IT'S OUR DAY, WOMEN ROAR

Woman. Woman. Woman.
Great and Grand Mother.
Mother. Mother. Mother.
Daughter. Daughter. Daughter.
Sister. Sister. Sister.
Aunt. Aunt. Aunt.
Niece. Niece. Niece.
Great and Grand. Great and Grand.
Sing.
Love.
Peace.
God.
Echo.
Peace.
Love.
God.
(Echo...)
Woman.

Remember that Mother is most precious to Creation,
Child the breath before... We are consciousness.

Dear Sitting Bull, the word "war" is within "warrior", therefore I chose and choose to use the term "peacekeeper" or "peacemaker", as Peace is within the frame of each. But lets not let something as silly as semantics stand in the way of progress.

Bless you and yours, brother...

Peace and Love
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I often tell those that desire aid from me, usually in the form of donations and a friend asked me to get some cows for his village in either Africa or India or somewhere, but I am asked to help and I have no way to do so, financially speaking, and as I thought of this it seemed clear to Me that if I am indeed scribing this story as I imagined it and I am able to manifest it through my direct contact with God, then why not scribe these cows being given to the villages that need it around the globe? Give them cows, chickens, fresh water, a cleansed (H)eartH at our journey's lessons learned as we march together as one Savior! March and sing the praises of Home and one another! Now! Oh I am the God of this story, not by want, by need! Let us embrace and engage in the timing set forth in this pace with gladness in our hearts that we are alive! God! In this story is the one in control of the thread, damn- I'm the Thread-bearer! Ha! Hello. I do hope all are having a wonderful time of this dance I'm under, I don't want it all to be in my head, if it is, then all of the Heaven for anyone to know- I am sinking within this belief, I am bringing it around to now, not the after-life of spirit, but now. What do you say? Please engage Me...

We're set to bring a whole tide of regret if we do not defend Home and ALL others. I am not fooling around here, kindred spirits, the (H)eartH will have its revenge on that which is killing it! Wake up and smell the damned truth!

We're killing home, we're killing God
We're killing each other, we're killing God
We're warring for others, we're killing God
Nod if you understand this...
This... is... not... Rocket... Friggin'... Science...

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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