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Add innocent perception,
This is love’s exception,
To the conception,
Of the mind’s vanity,
To cure the insanity,
Bringing the calamity,
Of the head seeded,
Needing, bleeding,
To love the cure,
The heart’s part, near,

Always being aware,
Of the mind’s fare,
He’s not an heir,
In his own chair,
Of love’s fare,

But a servant,
To be observant,
Of love’s preserve,
Oh what nerve,

Remember Able, who’s gable,
Is love above,
That serpent fat,
In the mind,
Is where he’s at,

Love simple as is, is not a quiz,
That’s just the way it is,
Love’s reality is what we got,
While some are harlot sots,
Her elixir, being the fixer,
The world’s charm, sound the alarm, before the storm,
Of the fall, of it all,

To bleed the venom, that's within em,
As life calls, beware of mind’s stall,
Come out of her structure,
Of the elixir, She’s only a picture,
Of the mind’s,
Domain,

This picture, of hates elixir, within love’s picture, cannot remain,
It’s insane, And vain, Of Cain’s, Domain,
As the sands of time, sifting into line,
With power of love, Must eventually aline,
For there is no substance, Belonging to thought,
A matter of time, left for mind, love’s ought,

Regardless of the mind’s stall, the power of it all,
Being Love’s God, will call, it all, back into protocol,
Within the signs of the times, the serpent minds, the coaches, of reproaches,
With love's kind, Will be re alined,
In time to be a part, Of it’s own heart!!

8-17-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com

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