Is It Flames Or Ashes For You?
Here’s good old Gabriel and his horn, playing loud enough to wake the dead. We were promised resurrection not reanimation. Back to back, side to side at the Zombie Jamboree. I’ll let you decide as long as it not repossession. I was raised in a religion that loves the phrase “families are forever”. I left home at 16 to get away from people who never loved or understood me…yikes, you’re telling me I have to go back, sure, kicking and screaming all the way. I would love your comments. Namaste!
The golden white light of a thousand suns
has become the crown of the chosen ones.
The king of peace and his princes around,
bless the worlds with love.
The sound of trumpets, or is it frogs,
fills the universe with vibration.
We’ve lasted out our duration!
O blessed joy, our end has come.
O blessed peace, rest at last.
And now as we sleep, we realize
we’ve eluded ourselves with trivial lies.
We can see now that what we thought was rest
is only one more screwed up mess.
We were fools that never guessed,
that we had flunked another test.
Michael Forrest-Old wisdom simplified so it resonates with your spirit.
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