Don't Force The Join

They may want control, to force feed the join. Even when were out, they act as though were in. They portray beyond the graven image, of some of us.

They are said to be like unto our own. We can't speak as they speak for us behind our backs. We speak, through poetry, to feel free once again.

Were in on the join, but we don't agree. We know not them at their worst, as well. We escape, without no need of the plan. We look not at their aim. We do it, out of their love, and in our own. Were free still in our own way. They know not, the true heart of our spirit, and were not allowed to explain. Such as these have ear, but hear us not.

Image, beyond the norm, where more, love waits. The brave ones, not gone astray, to force the join, are as these. Where are the cowards then?

The where, is too many now. Why dwell on the count? To bleed without the cut. To ripen yourself over and over, is the dwell hell, if from once you don't learn much, if anything at all, from the rot, least not, some kind of in between.

For the dream, friend of the poet, or foe? Does the foe have to be, like unto the coward? Is not the poet, the hero? The join, of the song, can go beyond the dance.

To choose best alone, are them, such as they, that can go beyond, the thoughts and wishes of the many. The secret deeds, beyond the bleed, even of some blood, in vain. They saw, and still learned to love more, or without learning, did what they could, in faith, hope, and love. Harder than the 2+2 = 4.

Faith isn't chance, so it's said, by some, I would guess. Let me guess, and don't force the join. Face the many faiths, and choose of each, that which suits love, beyond you best, from some of the pure love seen, through your kids, and the universe.

Do as you so choose, if not this. Bleed or weed-out the force of the join, not your heart of soul. For the force of the join, is like unto the force of the hand, and that's gone far enough, especially these days.

To earn thy keep, to sleep well with you in heart of spirit, and to find peace to share with you, should you let me. This is to know newness of power, not like greed.

Gut it out, if you must, if that's your simple way. I'm done, and going fishing, like the children, who share love most, without the brag bag. Faith is like unto the grab-bag for some, for others, it's to have no bag in hand, least the brag-bag to hinder the love.
The bait is good enough for me, and to be free, not to force the join, nor let the join force me, with your help, should you go beyond wishing, with the love.

I accept this, to learn more from within, or from without that was brought out by those before me, who started within. Time is all rolled-up, the burrito is great to! Time can be all at once, or can stand still, faith is evidence as well.