Warning

The meadow stretches into green lawns before high walls, where children run
Jet engines roaring, fly, the chariots of War, bristling with missiles

Question everything, consider the children, forced to march in columns
War poisons the mind, justifies violence, and ruins the spirit

War robs the people of justice, turning its victims into heroes
Sip from the sour milk, throw stones at your oppressors, force arms on the poor

We stand and we fall, a society of pawns, ignorant and true
Trumpets blare, the faithful gather stones, to hurl them at the enemy

The ageless charade, sustenance from pain, succor from violence, shame
There can be no peace in a heart filled with vengeance, resentments linger

It will never end, all victories are hollow, the wheel keeps turning
The meadow stretches into green lawns before high walls, where children run

In a better world, playgrounds would not need fences, children would compete
In games as friends, they would not throw rocks at soldiers, in a better world

Our wealth should be used to educate, care for the elderly, not war
Missiles in space, to feed our fears, the hungry ghosts of nuclear war

We are one family orbiting this blue world beneath our yellow sun
Lies do not nourish, we must not cling to them, the enemy is us

Peace comes from peace, not war, and goodwill from goodwill, we must aim for these
Set aside our greed, fear and hatred, love one another, you and me

We are one big family

Jennifer

Jennifer is she
Bright as a morning in May
Sensual and sweet

A light in the dark
A warming breeze in winter
February’s love

Freckles, and green eyes
Her flashing smile lights my heart
As the sun in spring

Clear as the bright stream
Swift as the rising moon, cool
In the evening

She is strong, and fierce
I lean on her when I’m tired
And she carries me

Five years of loving
Kind and caring Valentine
Jennifer is she

Saint Valentine’s day

Jennifer is she

Bright as a morning in May

Sensual and sweet

 

A light in the dark

A warming breeze in winter

February’s love

 

Freckles, and green eyes

Her flashing smile lights my heart

As the sun in spring

 

She is strong, and fierce

I lean on her when I’m tired

And she carries me

 

Five years of loving

Kind, and thoughtful Valentine

Jennifer is she

Bliss

To be enticed
Caught in the net of beauty
The brilliant flare

Lit, the swinging arc
Bright against the cold gray sky
The light of the muse

A golden vision
I could not keep her hot gaze
Daughter of Thunder

Moved by my longing
Like a moth, drawn to the flame
Set against the night

Taken in the grip
Of passion, The touch of love
Forbidden, enthralled

Lost in the rapture
Floating on a cloud of bliss
Drugged, consumed, forgotten

Emergence 3.0 – Section Seven, War; Part Forty-four, Loyalties; Chapter Seven, Love

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 322, Sunday
November 18th, 2018

Chapter Seven: Love

The one and only force of emotion that seemed to be stronger than fear, was love. It was tested time and time again, every possible manifestation of love was scrutinized by the Continuum.

It was proven.

Love is stronger than fear, stronger than any power that the Continuum could set against it, and true love was exceedingly rare.

The love of a mother for her child was the greatest and most genuine source of love, but as children grew into adults and left their families it began to wane.

Competition and desire ate away at the bonds of familial love, more often than not, leaving it in tatters.

Among every one of the million worlds that constituted the great galactic civilization, the Imperial cult worked tirelessly to frustrate the reality of love, while the Continuum documented in the most intimate details the methods by which love could be undone.

These machinations produced the greatest dramas, the most intense experiences for the Continuum to share with the Collective.

Love is a feeling, like fear, and joy, but love is more, it is a choice, it is a fundamental option. The loving person has made a commitment to see the world and their relationships in it, in a certain way, and when this choice is true, it becomes interwoven with the identity of that person.

Fear and hate, anger and desire these were powerful motivators of people, but they motivated people through coercion.

Love itself is freedom.

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Redemptrix

A young woman weeps
Celestial Madonna
The mother of faith

A mother’s tears fall
The young woman is pregnant
Madonna alone

Madonna crying
A mother grieves in darkness
Young woman with child

A young woman wails
The Madonna becoming
The mother of hope

Mother is moaning
A young woman hides her pain
Madonna of life

Madonna of groans
The mother’s dreams crash in waves
The young woman’s fate

Young woman rising
Madonna of dust and sand
The loving mother

Mother of the wind
A young woman praying, Ru’ha
The blind Madonna

Madonna breathing
Mother whispers to her child
The young woman speaks
She is the stranger
The girl is an alien
Her child illegal

She has no recourse
No standing before the law
They are refugees

The mother and child
Our salvation is with them
In being with them