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Silver Poems....the love mission....singing the song of a messiah out soon

The Un-forgiven

All evil, I will love the hell out of you,
I will define the words love and peace anew!"

Will the unforgiven be addressed,
and our sins be confessed.

Look the golden doors are opening once more,

let mutual understanding and peace soar.

Let’s together walk through,

but only when we are honest and true.

When I walk a step towards you and you walk a step towards me,

and then we can feel and see.

The pain and the perspective of the other,

one might have fallen a lot and not been loved enough by the mother.

Lets restore our shame into honor and pride,

and do what is right.

Look, there is sunshine coming through,
lets leave the dark rue.

Take my hand and lets return home,
and say goodbye to Rome.

Lets lay down our arms,

and communicate instead with loving charms.

Love and evil are two parts of the metal, lets bathe it in gold

and see if neutrality gets unfold.

Lets lay any fight to rest,

may it fall to dust and be blessed.

France, 13.3.2024

Silver Spirit

Our spirit is eternal and cannot die,

denying it, is a lie.

Remaining in the astral realm among us,

it’s true, don’t discuss.

Until a new baby body is found,

for the next physical round.

For the next re-looping cycle,

question what is written in the bible.

They are without the physical body, otherwise the same,

and will be re-born under a new name.

They hear you when you talk,

and are next to you when you walk.

Be quiet and hear what they have to say,

in a telegraphic way.

They can sleep next to you in the night,

and sit around you in the daylight.

They can lovingly hold your hand,

while walking without footsteps next to you in the sand.

You can even be intimate with each other,

in deep love united with one another.

The physical body is just a tool,

while your essence/your spirit is the energetic fuel.

It is like a piece of clothes that you wear and drop,

in the next lifeline it is being swapped.

Until they are free and able to return home,

out of the physical recycling zone.

That they fly home,

in their almighty spiritual form.

Beyond physical death, true love remains,

surviving all hurricanes.

Spirit love is everlasting and unique,

like two swans in the golden creek.

France, 01.11.2023