Each made promises to the other but both loved journeys and valleys and limericks and turntables and spirits and skirt-raising and slowdives and lip-biting and come-hither more than their here-and-now vow
Trigger-happy begetter with an ax to grind killing captives slowly with jagged little things it's the strangest sound in spite of the plight of the ringing in his ears it never fades away
I reckon numbers and lead are arbitrary to a button man whose wheels turn circles mainly in his skull revolving/rouletting as infinite go-around
Never mind though, the time must be now for a show of hands
Motherhood waited in the ship's hold until the treasure hunt brought her to this final island a choice between gold and the aging ******
The young who suckle at her breast might one day run mum through with the sword at Payback —that unsteady little homestead where profit and loss share the same face
Never mind though, the moment must be now to ring the bell
And raise redemption like a burning flag of regret
The idea of what we don't need is, much better than the idea of what we actually need!!
You know people run behind for many needs. But some things are actually don't need!! Instead of running behind the need of huge amount of money, let's get what we deserve!! And help for those who need our help!! Like Gandhi said, "there's enough for everybody's need and not for anybody's greed!! Let's act right!!
Let's meet under all of this. Under all the skin and politics, under all the hate and animosity that society is burdened with.
Mother nature got it right she waterproofed our skin. She didn't waterproof our minds, hence the state we're in.
So it's hard to meet below the surface. Just easier to swim and thrash about in the waves of our ideological whims. Front crawling, backstroking "Go with the flow" kind of doomed. The odd ones butterfly stroke, the rest of us are stuck in our cocoons.
This is how the body looks now: empty, estranged… its parts arguing their cases for emancipation, sovereignty from the system— each component demanding overt consent from all others before further engaging in vital collaborations.
This is how the body looks now: formless, dissociated… the war for Independence and Recognition has left us devastated by the divisions of definition—disjointed structures of severed relations disavowed of the Whole.
Originally published at https://www.douglasbalmain.com/thisishowthebodylooks.html
If life was meant to be viewed only in black and white God wouldn't have created all the colorful things He made God clearly loves diversity and that's why He's made each of us (humans) unique in our own way (pleasing to Him I believe).
I wonder why we still find it hard to accept each other as God's Masterpieces We were made with so much love deposited in our hearts Yet, we are allowing hatred to rule our world!
I look forward to the day when we will all see the beauty in our differences and embrace each other as ONE (as it was designed to be).