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Once, long distant calls would cost You, your friends and family so many voices had to wait, anticipate the budget and the worth of words said out loud to ride rapid electric lines. Still sentiments of love freely fly on telepathic planes while prose and poetry remain yours truly. When present face to face do you speak truly? Conversations branch out, chip, splinter into stories, that's the cost. Fish stretch past arms' length and record breaking climbs pass clouds and planes. Tell me again how it all began, how many voices sang out from heaven: Forgiveness for sale! Limited supply, form lines. Greedy practice, selling soul's salvation, who figures out what it's worth? Fear can make us pay the selfish who decide our worth. Are our souls and spirits make-believe, a magician's trick or God's, truly? Conversations of belief from heart or scripted lines brainwashed or sincerely swayed, choice has a cost--- Cross your fingers, chant the scriptures, sing with all your voices until it's real or a lie you can live with, insured for your departure in heaven's plane. If a soldier's plane crashes, angelic eagles soar, swoop like planes, nose dive to every soldier because lives are worth remembering. Telephones shoot words-- bam, bam, bam, fire voices on ears that bleed worst fears, shattering those who love them truly. Nothing will ever be sweet or innocent again, this is an impossible cost. War kills conversations, steals final farewell lines. Songs please draw forgiving lines, to rise over hatred in unarmed planes for a bird's eye perspective to consider the cost of love lost in doubt, its worth. Love lights up any sort of soul, truly. It's power hurls bolts through nerves that revive the mystic voices... Devils, misfits, do-gooders, cherubs and chumps-- let's hear all your voices! Call out to love, it won't resist, will cross any line to save who is good or bad-- it desires everyone, truly Here comes the light, hear comes our flight, listen for the plane Remember it's insane to worry about your worth, to be, to be, is miracle enough, we can't comprehend the cost. Solo fly or get in line formation with you plane Lift off, blast past hatred to reach Love's treasure of unimaginable worth. Truly precious, so protect it, Love in all your actions no matter what the cost

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 8/3/2010 10:14:00 PM
Great writing. have a great day! Scarlett
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Date: 3/11/2010 3:29:00 PM
Excellent writing here, Tamra ... I love the voices at the Soup and its great to see you posting again ... its been awhile!! Also, you have Soup Mail ... smile ...
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Date: 3/4/2010 3:33:00 PM
such talent great work, looking forword to reading more of your poems,,,:)
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Date: 3/3/2010 8:12:00 AM
Excellent. You've got a great gift.
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