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Mother Earth

I’ve heard people say you are a sentient being
And I’m still deprogramming that Roman Empire nightmare
So tell me Mother Earth how we can begin communication
And in regards to us disillusioned beings, do you even care?

My first instinct is to tell you that I’m sorry
Then I realize that’s my old programming about a judge
My mother would never make me feel I was a mistake
With grace and dignity she would give me time to rise above

With my disconnected delusions, how could I honor you?
And is that what any of this is even about?
With the death of my propaganda which way do I now go?
As an unknowing child I ask, can you help me out?

I can’t believe anything I’ve heard in English these 43 years
So now I’m going over the heads of all authorities
If there’s anyone who wouldn’t lie to me, it’s mother
If I open my heart to you, could you tell me something please?

My precious dog’s recent death and my acknowledgement of her value
Who I love equal to myself with the most tender innocence
This thought now in my head about hierarchies and ridiculous judgments
Perhaps the timing of this lesson is no coincidence?
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Premium Member The Parasitic Seed

The mistletoe seed,  doth feed,
Like the mind’s seed, of greed,
An ample example,.....................................................................................(Romans 1:20)
Upon it’s host,
Like a cancerous growth,

Will eventually kill, body of soul,
Adam and Eve were told,........................................................................(Genesis 2:16-18)
Before Eve mold,
Warned of the death in a mind quest,
Now the serpent mind, beastly inclined,
More subtile, than beast of field,................................................................(Genesis 3:1-22)
The mind spoke to Eve,
Is that so hard to believe,
Our minds speak to us every day,
To sway us away, from love's way,

To sway, Eve’s true purpose away,
T'was the mind’s beguile, begat seed, wild child,
And change paradise, to a natural world,  in peril,
Now sacred heart,  holds in store, 
Our real pearl, in our inner world,
Now for God’s glory, the rest of the story,

Womanhood; of the world oppressed,
Fault; the mind’s quest,
But she has birthed;  at God’s request,.........................................................(Luke 1:26-38)
She has birth the glory; the rest of story,
The Christ; our sacrifice,

Having saved, the world from peril,
Womanhood; a wonder girl,
She’s; your sugar and spice,
She; Christly nice,
Soft, fluffy, no fleas,
Guys please,
She’s; Your minds ease,

No woman, makes a man,
Live from his mind,
That’s his choice, by his own voice,

Death's seed, is parasitic of the mind,
Heart seed, is life,
To each his own; Leave womanhood alone,
Work out your own soul’s salvation,
Send the mind’s death thoughts on an extended vacation!!

9-13-09 [email protected] 

Dedicated to womanhood all over the world. And a      
special personal thanks to all you special ladies, here
on Soup. Consider this to be your dozen red roses on
next mother’s day, from me, as that would be the appropriate,
day to post this poem. You are God’s best, take your rest,
let your birth of Christ’s love manifest!
“ Lovingly, John Moses Freeman”

Ps.There is a touch of irony in the story flow, not in the words. See it you can catch it!
I didn't untill I had already posted and was re-reading it!

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