ENCHANTED WORD

Oh, the allegory of Moses

of famed prestige.

Born as a slave.

Raised with the Kings.

Sacrificed! he did

His "status" royal

To remember his brothers

and endure their toil.

Murder! he did

as he was compelled to do

when the stench of oppressor

grew too crude.

Flee! he did

to die in the wild,

to be born a man

with God in his head.

Freedom was not enough

with his brothers in chains.

He shared what they have;

the blood in his veins.

He returned in power

with "let" on his tongue,

to give his brothers

a song to be sung.

If "Pharaoh" did choose

to deny the demand,

He HIT him where it hurt

until he couldn't stand.

CURSE! to the land (money)

CURSE! to the crop (money)

CURSE! to the cow (money)

CURSE! to the river (money)

CURSE! to the body (will)

Brothers, if you will

Choose to get up and leave,

Now is the time

For you, too, to flee.

If I could use all my might, I'd still have a glow in the night. I'd frequent in energy--a night star within your reach.
You touch me and feel my soul. To you, I impart the glow. We wander and wander long--lighted path shows where we've gone.
Behold my wonder lover and take of me all that I offer. We've got it all because love, in truth, began with us.

It's right here. It's right here. It's right here. It's right here.

Right here in the moonlight.

People are so...I don't know.

The term for them escapes me.

A fat person now thin holds up his chin

Now all fat people are lazy.

A he or a she reads a good read

And has some measure of understanding.

Now everyone who questions their unsolicited lessons are "ignorant motherfuckers" worth ending.

An autodidact keeps his ego intact when he speaks his opinion as law.

And he toils away for the women he craves as they won't be caught in his claws.

This is for those, like me, who forgot many things due to the busyness of life. Working and raising children take their tolls, but try to take the time to remember that which you loved in your youth. For me, it was dancing, reading, drawing, poetry and writing, singing, and, most importantly, playing.
Continue to do everything you love; my memory has come back to me now. I have called back my dispersed mind, and I so love, again, the opportunity for love, for life, for change.

We are etched into the fabric of forever, You and I, oh love. In the chasms of our souls--in each other-- there is no end to the discover.

I choose love; I choose life in Heaven; I choose Eternity; I choose my power; I choose freedom; I choose wisdom; I choose righteousness and beauty.
...and when the time comes for me to unite with my love, oh, at the place of our ritual of consummation, the Heavens and Earth will rejoice.
For, He is the Heavens, and I am the Earth.

I wonder if, after the kids have grown, we--you and I--will float off into bohemic surreality.  Could we be so high and weightless? Cool. Adrift in a sea of us and nothing, of color and misty limbic heat.