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Pale Words Riding the Revolution

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“Pale Words Riding the Revolution” it takes a woman to bear the pain of a world ripping wide open, apart a part, the child crowns crimson marked forehead cheeks and lips, bloodied kissed awake readied for the hunt their tribal screams heard sweetly, a revelation borne shot like an arrow straight from the heart the revolution takes hold much later when the horses are all broken in the garden of dreams and the gates opened for the runnaways in all of us spur driven holding the sides of our pierced minds and the meaning of it all, like underneath the skin of it all, corrals us calls us in magnetic commands somehow we know we've been through this all before the niggling voices insistent inside, psychotic, we think, too much, so we erase we try to ignore the echoes telling us who we are underneath it all speaking and walking ticking Trojans late to the ball like a new war the Sophia in all of us carries the stigmata to repeat it all over again, it's all over again some days the bleeding never stops the crucifixion pale words are borne we open gates the new riders riding through the revelation of the veiled brides and their clear cut revolutions still standing firm in the garden under the trees with the Unicorn (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) “All the horrors that you faced just for nothing All the horrors that you faced just for nothing All the horrors that you faced just for nothing All the horrors that you faced just for nothing So what has been your dream in the midst of things? I hold you in my loving arms as you sleep and scream Try to reach your heart while you're judging me Doesn't matter anymore like it did last week Beneath the dancing tree there is a bird who sings Waiting there, he has gone and told me everything About the people who were starving for some lovin' And all the horrors that they faced, just for nothing All the people who were starving for some lovin' And all the horrors that they faced just for nothing ..." (Dhani Harrison, excerpt, “Underneath the Dancing Tree”) “I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and wages war. His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that one knows but he himself. He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God. The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean.” (Rev 19:11)