The Mix

Michael J. Schaeffer

2/18/2018

The Mix

Their is a Fire, a Temple and The Last of Us All. The Last is to Survive. To Survive is a Temple. A Fire Within. Shelter, Cold and Hot. The Sword or the Weapon that was and is Blessed from Above. This Defense and Last Resort is to Attack and Apply. This Mix. This Last of Being Kind. Kind I am. Confused as Well at Times. One of a Kind. On the Out Side. Watching the System. The Common and The Norm. Being Apart and Being Apart of It All. The Mix. Paying Attention, Education, Perfection and The Imperfection. Has Life Changed in Time or is Their just Another Bigger Better Wheel. Shrinking. Watching the World and System Shrink by Man, Woman and Child. The Inventor. The Master. The Male and Female Opportunity. Equals. The Fire, The Storm and The Temple of Us All. The Body. The Body is the Temple of Us All. Love and Shelter. Blessed from Above Using an Offence as a Last Resort from an Attack. From Your Enemy. Justify. You are by Sea, Air and Land...

M.J.S.

  • Author: MJS (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 1st, 2018 16:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just Some Thoughts on This Day.
  • Category: Religion
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