Do we really believe that slavery is a past thing?
Do we really think that change for the better will appear?
The reality of a moving energy sweeping the carpet clean
Can be seen by some many in a dream
Can we grasp the sudden peace sincerity brings
Can we envision economies not fueled by the peoples blood
Can we truly embody the emotion of unconditional love
When Greed is tied down and has no eyes
When lust graduates from the fire to cleansing water
When all the elements harmonize and the duality dissapears
When we return to origin The true reality appears
Life is lived on a foundation divested of gross desires
The change can come be and thrive
Other than that beloveds they feeding us jive
If you don't know what jive is
Listen to wordless music like that jazz
People yes souls poured out all that they had
After you have heard that sound in that way
Jive lies cannot stay they must part
For only truth will abide in your heart
The sheep are separated from the goats
The wheat from the tare
To whom do we owe any explanation
America is just one big plantation
From the president on down
Down to the man in the streets
All are slaves to desires and played into pocket
Seeking absolute power high tec and mobile
The American plantation is today global
Author notes
Author's note noted..When the Roman's slayed the whole village or nation they said there is no more problem now there is peace. The jaws of death and slaughter are never closed and there is always fresh meat and blood to feed the beast. Yes and dead nations can't work nor can they be a foundation for the rich manipulators to live in luxury. So the woolfe says to the lamb change is coming things will get better. Peace is coming through that door and the only thing that comes through that door is slavery suffering and death. Generation upon generation like a wheel within a wheel it spins only to return to death again. If you have not sold out fall off the grid. Turn your faces to the light of The God walk in His commandments mend and heal thy ways.
If you have not sold out then fall off the grid sun!
Comments
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slaves to our ego,
sometimes I feel as if we will be here for as long as it takes, for us; all of humanity to be embodied by unconditional loved.
wheat is love, the tare is hate. we are in desperate need of unity, within ourselves and within all humanity, duality into oneness
exquisite...
God bless my friend...
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I think that what is begging to be written on this page is an Author's Note! This poem screams for a personal note
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