murder is murder.
nothing you own or possess
is worth the price of a human life…
killing never brings peace!
the bombs you drop
you lack of faith.
the bodies you bury
in the shallow ditch your children.
only God knows the price you pay,
only you know the God you face!
every action brings either
life or death… your choice!
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i seem to do better,
with broken people.knocked down, bruised, wounded,devastated by loss,but still walking people.people who’ve tasted love,who’ve drank fully from the cup of living,people with scars….for these are the peoplewho have the capacity to fly!if you’ve never wrestled demons,how can you know what an angel is.if you dont know the depths of darkness,you will never see the light.if…
a young doctor in a hospital
to the young aide taking care ofthe dying old man, why therecould be no god….when he finished, the young aidelooked up and said,‘let me show you mine! ‘and with that he cleaned theold man’s ass, pulled the bedpan out,and carried it from the room!
danger electric, intoxicating,walking on the edge,flapping your arms…as if you could fly!the first kiss, the first warm bodiedlover naked in your arms,the first taste of flesh….the first whisper of secrets exchanged,the first tear of parting.the first battle fought, the first timeknocked down, struggling to your feet,the first taste of blood,the first questions why,the first resolve…
kick down the door,
break the glass urn,blow the dust from the wings.touch the untouchable.feel the forbidden.what you taste in your sleep,is only you!strike a match to the walls,sweep your belongings to the fire.what is burned cant own you,the unbridled horse runs free!bite the neck of the lover,give way to the howl.the moonlight writes versesonly the darkness can see!
it is not…
the city, or the countrythat you built.it is the act of building!it is not…the hours, the shifts,the fields plowed,or the steel forged.it is the act of working.it is not…the sacrifices, the passion,the forgiveness, or eventhe life you shared.it is the act of loving!
change, evolving,
with every step…journeying inwardin the search forwhere we began…or perhaps where we end!is there any difference?other than the memoriesof breaths shared,steps taken together….meeting as if by chanceat the crossroads….walking together for a time.of such is history…..and the seeds that germinatein the frozen ground waiting….are but the bodies of our dreams….change?or just returning?