mourning in our mornings of the sickness of lack of love which has dawned upon us So dark a world, the angels would frown busking at the thorns of dusk to awaken us How women loved when they vowed to die for love how much more when they lived to love and lived by way of loving
oh but material, this fake monster that dares go to war with the ethereal succumbing norms embrace the watmth of the hug of the surreal and it keeps on knocking and knocking but the ears of the people were shut and soon they would forget what it felt like to love and man or wounders of earth would rip the purity once more overwhelmed by the magnitude and magnificence of woman helpless and bewildered, man he turns to violence to fight for his own right
but in these bouts all these fights; they leave scars so deep that they becomeΒ Β orifices and the essence of woman is darkened to sin and repels all things good becoming a vacuum that ***** out the purity and well intentions of kind men birthing underdeveloped zygotes that populate the thinking in society these halflings tattooed with stereotypes and false beliefs impinging a doctrine that overthrows the goodness of the male gender
so all she will know women are the evil deeds of men and the good becomes illusive somebody rigged this program , new versions and updates are slow to process so the image woman has of herself is low an image of weakness, inferiority and inadequacy the few men who do come to love, barely make it beyond the firewall of servitude of self-righteous gods and and immortal godesses but what does this have to do with love?
How is it building up the image of the possibility of good men and the freeing of violent and dysfunctional men? How do these systems and rituals build and culminate once more the image of divine woman? where man was and is and shall be maleandfemale integrated
There are many religions and sacred beliefs but if God or Divine Source does indeed exist then we as descendants of It/He/She/Them; should have their encoding in our DNA and that is the scribe within our conscience our hearts our sincere feelings our authentic being our celestial roots
when women loved; men went to space during ******* men built houses as fit as temples love and marriage were separate entities children never left home self was fulfilled because of the freed feminine energy of creativity and spirituality within each of us before patriarchal systems and woman-oppressing religions when women loved men forgot about war because to their women they were equal and complete
so now relationships fake and dysfunctional angry men and vindictive women children at the helm of injustice some spend time in the garden to restore some are in the park not to look for a parking for they have found their place on the bench they warm the bench not to get fired up before getting onto the field but to keep warm from the coldness all around: the lack of love and sincerity or refining tranquility
Many have forgotten how to feel for many things are manufactured like products and people engineered like parts sold off into the market each business protecting its culture and creed no matter who bleeds what would Mother nature say if woman still loved?
probably cry that love is being aborted and darkness recycled so material continues to industrialize.
When women loved love was the only deal and righteous will