A Conversation, On a Planet of Dreams, with a Musical Legacy, does not include Silence, as Silence is Deafening.
Why is everything about Power? I want to go home to a country road, where there are ethics, where there is value of the human, where the morals are valued and there are dreams in every life given.
You give more power to trucks, than human form. More power in sports, by steroid consumption, than by human forms being reached in love. So many are born with a penis, a uterus, and a vagina, leaving us all bewildered by the choices you made. Where has this got us?
Acceleration at a Red light, leaving those who walk by your side, crossing life in danger of death on every step. Nuclear Power, tanks, nuclear bombs, power of cars, power in batteries, power in Philosophy, in pieces of paper you own, and chairs you sit on, but leaving those who walk side by side, with no power to walk, except with walkers.
I cannot stand this feeling no more. I must speak, and speak loud forever. There is more power in war, but what kind of power is that to kill. Power in land stealing, in land ownership, in money, perceived knowledge, but still everyone has a dream of Peace, Harmony, Honour and in a meaning of Loving. The turtle with it’s hard back, cannot cuddle, and does not know meaning. No heart beats without feeling and knowing meaning. I am woman, with feeling, and gratitude for every life born, for our GARDENS of PEACE, our Chimes ringing that were sent from a Mother to sons to remember Peace. The music in our cities of Harmony, and Honour. Flowers do not grow in stone, but grow in starry eyed, fields of yellow, that move from East to West, sustained by our sons and sun, 24 hours a day.
More Power in Sports using Steroids, moving to 7 feet tall, with bodies that are huge and powerful, but like a turtle with lack of cuddling. Children suffering, not even knowing what land they live on, where they come from, who they are, and not knowing their own bodies and minds of Love, but conditioned to hate self.
Please take me home where we Love, where we know Peace, and accept each other for “Just the way You Are.” Give us our legacy of Music, Peace in our Cities of Dreams, our Heartland we fought for, our heart filled borders, and our homo sapien’s constant need for hugs.
Our spirits yearn for the Good ole days of Promises where everyone has a dream of Peace one day. Where we can move mountains with Love and it takes a prayer and you know that “Love travels at the Speed of light Squared,” and you walk your pathway, knowing side by side, we All move forward in progress, not to death. A city or country road where you know that all it takes is Love to live. After all the Vision is “All it takes is Love.” The Sound of Silence is deafening without music. I do not want to just listen to silence, but the Love and laughter of people who care, live, love, and dream.
I am speaking my vision, my dreams, my love, my life, but I know you have dreams too. So what are your visions of a Crucial Path of Freedom to Paradise? How do we all get there with paths of Peace, shared, without War? I do not want our life being given, but in the next breathe taken by Greed, Wealth and Evil. I do not want our lives taken by Racist Myths of Superiority or inferiority. I do not want our pains to be covered by fentynyl, cocaine, opioids, steroids and by viruses that are generated to spread, to kill and attack our biologies as biological Organisms, living in our biosphere, on our blessed Mother Earth as we are “The First People’s of the Universe.”
The Listeners ear hearing my brain’s involvement in our general life, in listening with zero interest represents the time, and this appears to be the time we live in , and at which the spoken or written word reaches out to each homo sapien, and in milliseconds it is meant for you to register what it is I am saying, and comprehending my meaning. God Is Love and John from Patmos was Jesus’s best friend, and without Love, there is nothing to live for. I hope you feel my arms reaching out to you as I know you do me in prayer. Lets love each other. No matter who you are, no matter what you think you are king of, you have a Mother who believed in Love. We would never marry and sacrifice our lives if we did not believe in Love.
Dance me to the end of Time….I do want to know you, EACH ONE. Remember always you are Loved.
“Remember When the Moon hits your eye, Like a Big Pizza Pie, Its Amore”
“Amore Darlings from the Romantic. Never be afraid to Love instead of Hate.”