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THE DEEPEST WAR By Audrey Hope
Aug 9, 2012
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Down in the battleground,

Past the years and the anger and pain,

Is the war between masculine and feminine –

The fight between him and her –

The struggle of might versus love.

Seizing everything to tip his side of the scale,

He played ugly – brainwashing time, conquering her thoughts.

Tricked – she believed it was all her fault.  He knows more.

He tipped too far from her soft touch of love.

And so he won, and lost everything.

Things are too heavy and it smells of death!

THERE IS TOO MUCH MALE ENERGY IN THE WORLD.

The only saving balance is her remembrance,

Of her beauty, her voice, her magic, her grace.

The new weapon must be her heart song,

Light enough to move the division.

Sing it!
”WOMEN ARE THE HOPE FOR THE WORLD.

ONLY SHE KNOWS HOW TO PUT MORE LOVE IN IT.”

Put down all swords.

Listen to a woman.

BLESS THE BANDITS
Jan 30, 2012
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Every woman must get to the other side,
To find her place.
And always, there is a man, somewhere, sometime,
Who stole something – enough- to make her empty-
enough – so she will travel lighter. Different.

There is no other highway.
Wise and brave, she must understand the map.
Her rocket ship is her pain.

And what was one day a nightmare will become a jewel dream-
for where she loses, she finds, what was taken, can be given,
and what was hidden, can be seen.

A woman must bless the robber.
He shined to her the spots that bleed, the cry for mending.
And only then can she sew and give to herself:
A love beyond all understanding.
A love that is forever.
A love that is true.
A love that matters.
A love like God.
A love that can heal the universe.
A love that is for herself, from herself, to herself.

A woman must get to the other side.
Her secret treasure are her tears.

Bless the bandits-
A push, a sacred journey, a no escape,
But the cliff had wings.

What did you take?
Jan 14, 2011
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What did you take?
Give it back.
It was not yours to be taken
What did I give away that caused me to unbreathe, to stay still,
To know madness, and might not come back,
Reeling from the encounter.
What did you take?
When I was not looking,
I think it was all of me…