They tally the dead in columns of light,
but no ledger holds the weight of a child’s last breath~
the way it lingers, unspent, in the air,
like a kite cut loose from its string.
War has no pockets deep enough
to carry all the excuses we stitch
into its uniform. Every bullet
that misses its mark
finds a name anyway.
And what of the hands that never held a gun,
only bread, only the hem of a mother’s dress?
They become the subtraction
no one speaks aloud~
the hollow where laughter once lived.
And what’s left?
A remainder called guilt,
sticky as jam on a rifle stock,
thick as the lies they stamp onto medals.
War doesn’t solve.
War is the long division
that never ends.
In the Kingdom, it's substraction
It's like many are called but few are chosen
It's like in the time of Gideon going to war
God stop them said to him you're too many
In the spiritual battle, numbers don't matter
It's the quality that matters
It's the faithfulness that matters
Those love stomach that is their God
Not worthy to win battles
They are cause for defeat
Carnality cannot trust victory
Spiritual people sees the then and now
In these last days, women rise to power
They have been used as an insult to the enemy
Through Eve, sin enters the world
Through Eve's, they rebound and wins sin
Conquering the world and defeating the enemies
The lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes and
The pride of life weaponizing the flesh
Saving the soul from perdition to salvation.
Can I teach you about life’s little trick?
The path to Eden doesn’t exist;
It lights up beneath your feet
You don’t preach the light;
you remove the flickering bulb.
You don’t teach what’s real;
you show what isn’t.
You don’t unlock the heart;
you stop guarding the door.
You don’t summon God’s voice;
you stop interrupting it
You don’t find the answers;
you stop asking the wrong questions
Where truth burrows
And real reveals.
Darkness stops being dark,
when you add some light
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Sometimes I think if we had paid better attention to basic math
it would be easier to follow our hearts….
and the Earth would be one whole…
instead of broken into parts.
I imagine in elementary school we could not contemplate
the importance of basic math in terms of love and hate.
Even now I have to wonder: as to what might be your reaction
when I tell you love and hate come down to simple addition and subtraction?
I draw your attention to those math lessons…the ones on basic facts…
Love as a plus…adds beauty to the world
Hate, as a minus…subtracts.
And if I may take a moment to extend this view, this perception…this vision
love and hate also relate…to multiplication…and division.
Hate divides us, it tears people apart…
it separates us by color, shape and size
Love brings us together…
it accumulates…it multiplies.
Perhaps some of us should go back to school and re-learn our basic facts
because until their connection to love and hate…we are all able to see
The Earth will remain only a fraction…
of the whole Earth she was created to be.
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Both Add & Subtract
He used to be three dimensional
and then he became two
I know it seems far fetched
But I’m telling you it’s true
In two dimensions
he could still depict three
If people didn’t look to closely
They’d believe what they’d see
His paper thin personality
once colourful and cool
Gradually became faded
no longer able to fool
Winds of change kept blowing
Two dimensions turned into one
Without any depth there
one was destined to be none
Not a soul remembers him
He simply faded away
A whisper from yesterday
Who had nothing real to say
Nature can be expressed in terms of math
'Tis full of quantities and relations
Bounded by the law of interactions
Endpoint implies our dream; segment, our path
There are as many symbols that replace
As there are things in this wonderful place
A plus signifies accumulation
Of things we desire and of friends we need
Constancy of amount of which will lead
To a process called multiplication
A plus is the most legal for the mind
'Cause it never keeps anything behind
But everything has to undergo change
We're bound by this law of the universe
That we can see a thing and its reverse
Just as a domain produces its range
Our gaining results another's losing
Hating this we'll find us violating
Nature is as compliant as we are
We have a minus which means subtraction
Of something from our accumulation
Like seeing true friends going home afar
For memory 'tis the most illegal
Putting this sign between minds is lethal
To Eric and Michael
It's a little bit like heaven
when you leave and don't come back.
you're that little bit of leaven
and you push me off the track
break the rhythm of my breathing,
slam the doors across my mind
I anticipate your leaving
don't leave anything behind
Here's your petty peeves and worries
here's your chicken and your egg,
here's your foolish fancy flurries
and the way you like to beg
for attention and distraction
'till the world is turning blue
you're my favorite
for subtraction...
take away
the me from you!
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