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Where Truth Lies

I know not a Master
Apart from the Spirit of same.
Not even One, or a God,
Outside of any other frame.
Truly what I know,
As the Spirit of Light and Sound,
Has not another witness
For experience to be found.

Living with truth
That no state can hide,
With Soul I know this
Unalienable right.
Come what may and come what might,
Given the truth,
What more can preside?

E.M. - 03/19/06
1st Punctuation revision - 03/22/06
2nd Punctuation revision - 05/13/06

Puppet Master

Reminder of time and space
Are you the subject,
Attached by the hands of fate
Moving a puppet.

Defined by your assistance,
Words shelter meaning;
Echo a living witness
Transfer the feeling.

E.M. - 05/13/06

Divine Amnesia

If God stood for everything
That you surrender,
Could God be a memory
That you remember?

That God could be anything
Without taking form,
Must you imagine everything
For God to be born?

You for creation who pray,
One devoid of form.
You for direction who wait,
On God to inform.

E.M. - 05/13/06

Wearing It Well

Spirit of matter
In the sense that you can form
Where do you gather
Material to be worn?

Decloaking thyself
Dividing from the secret
By what are you felt
When your life is repeated?

Oh hidden wardrobe
Housing a body to match
Being immortal
How I imagine you act.

E.M. - 06/04/06

World War

Welcome to the World War.
Battle for survival between rich and poor.
The rich writing the laws, the poor biting their jaws.
The rich owning the news,  the poor moaning the blues.

Welcome to the World War.
Battle for survival between rich and poor.
The rich getting richer, the poor getting sicker.
The rich depending on healthcare, the poor depending on welfare.

Welcome to the World War.
Battle for survival between rich and poor.
The rich cooking like pigs, the poor looking like twigs.
The rich protected from harm, the poor collecting their arms.  

Welcome to the World War.
Battle for survival between rich and poor.
The rich looking for soldiers, the poor crossing their borders.
The rich begging for voters, the poor shrugging their shoulders.

Welcome to the World War.
Battle for survival between rich and poor.
The rich making concessions, the poor making investments.
The rich facing public opinion, the poor waiting to skin them.

Welcome to the World War.
Battle for survival between rich and poor.
The rich failing to carry the weight, the poor waiting to seal their fate.

The rich counting on countermeasures, the poor counting on sunken treasures.

Welcome to the World War.
Battle for survival between rich and poor.
The rich smarting to need the poor, the poor marching to even the score.
The rich conceding to kneel the more, the poor competing to heal the sore.

E.M. - 07/29/06


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