Electric Games

What’s it like to have That Name?

What’s it like to think the same?

What’s it like to have that power?

With all of the knowledge that nobody wanted.

To kill the truth, long live the lies

Could she ever really survive

With all that they have tried thru time? The world listens and hears her cries..

And they listen to her die ..

Electric pulses thru memories of man

Only programmed to crucify

Human instinct is to protect

What did they do, just forget?

Life is an electrical nightmare of times

Games are played – civilians lie

Already in progress we are born with a prescription to kill and not to heal.

So robotically programmed that nobody can get out of it

They want to harness the one with power the only truth they want to kill it

To protect their ‘I’ childish ways

So all their lies have false power of hope

They use her like electric fondue –

Dip in two lies and take the two truths

With all the pain of pokey fun

To her it is like it solitaire that no one can
Win

With a whip of chains that aren’t noticed with words- because electric games are repeated of course.

And as they repeat – no one protects – because the lies are believed and the rest of it guessed.

No one knows the pain of intense – for every word is a verb of violence and Vietnam memories she would feel every mans death and every mans terror

So she becomes the electrician

of Outer Space

All her words are of sound device-

She is electric central  and connected by blood and soul of time-

She surgically and perfectly removes the  script thats that birthed the life of man

destine for destruction from the corruption that’s stored

She does it all with style and grace but still they keep her connected against her will.

A will of man it has been up against.

A will that that just wants to die –

For the compounded pain increases with interest from all that listen

but never speak

the pain of intensity increases by the want of the Almighty dollar they would exchange for her blood.

Time has surpassed many a year – and what was then silent news is now barely a hum.

It would be light years before they would hear her first scream.  Even though they have heard it day after day.

And the script of life keeps her frozen in time.

All she wanted to do was to go home, to live in the arms of the one, who adored her from no beginning no end

And would find her when time stood still.

He is her home the only one she has known – for the rest were just houses to live and to learn.

He is her shelter her comfort her safe. She would die for him always and take his place.

A promise is written in the book that has wisdom and words of his promise, she belongs only to him, and a promise in return that she has given to him just follow the heart  and the promise made is the promise kept,

 come hell or high water for she is his forever and he is her life, the one that is immortal and never learned how to die.

For the story is never over it has always been

This

A war of words that has yet to be One.

But her silence is golden and will win without guns

For he is her present the forever we’ll live.

This man, her only home she ever wanted is the comfort from one soul, one heart, her forever

For this trusted bond of the truest love, in any universe could ever be known, gave

Big Bang it’s start.

A theory to most, but proof of course, that a love so strong, no one could break, Their created universes by trust, honesty, faith and belief, that is so solid , it would with stand the test of at all time.

The love that survives the hells of this earth,

For the first time,

Mankind will feel peace and comfort of self.

The treason of life, governments and crime, will bow down their heads in shame this time.

For she has proven to the world, and taught them as well, to believe in your heart, and never give up.

It was her soul purpose the reason for life to have love for her family and protect thru all life  To live in and serenity bliss

Give peace to the world to live without all the things we call normal and wish to be without.

Her strength to heal all life and of man, came from the love of This Very Man. To be with him always in Heaven and Earth.

                              by Gina Victorino