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A Song For You Who might see this.
May 11, 2010
By Joel Akin
A dream
A stir in the house
A key for the mouse
A bit of tie and a bow
In the sea the ladies stir up life again
in the bow the colors come forth
in the stir the ladies sing again a song of life
for the cord to the Muri is on the side
A muri can
A muri can of crowns of glory
a muri can of life
a muri can see into the future
where God holds life up by the peer of a thought into the future of a dream where Christ holds open the line to dreams again saying “I never thought to look into the sea of glass more then once for life because who could live in it without help?”
Thus the people of American descent have a crown in Japan upon the crown of the city of Hiroshima.
In the crown of the little Ota and from its peak is a town of life built upon the principles of a peak into life, a peak so exotic that no one out of the sea of God thought to think until Hope said “Let me see?”
She thought “It is impossible what I see” and she found she could not turn her heart away and she said “I must give my life up in some way for this man” and she gave a price to the high and the low and she gave a view to the future that God didn’t make a mistake he just said “What is left to do” and it became a price of life that he held up life and said “Lay off” and it became a price of a seer or a pocket of lies but the lies could not break the fat or the lean for they held the view of hell inside and out and the fat man cried for life and the lean man cried for help. Both cried in a way that confused all the world for both were judgment of fat and both were judgment of men on those who held fat up or lean up as the price of a man who needed help and it was the end of the story, if not for a thought that no one heard the cry of Hope until she heard the cry of life. Then from life she came forth to sing of an impossibility that if life were evil and destroyed could it rise up on the prayers and wings of help lost to time by the way of prayer finding prayer and giving it wings?
If so then if the wings of destruction met in judgment upon the peak of Kanmuri then no one would reverse the kan and the muri or the sight of the can so it would be seen to say “Throw here the garbage of life” and it would be life but garbage and it would mean to take the labor of men and put it here with help of life above. Yet in the final Ota came a city hoven to by time and by city of Cherith for it held a bit of glass and the glass held a bit of Time in a tear and the tear froze upon the glass of a thought and the thought held a woman to the thought of a boy who wanted life. It was a story of universe and love for she was the Ice Queen and she loved no one but herself. However she stole heart after heart in order to find him who was her hearts love only to see she never had love to begin with and threw out the hearts to life.
They went their way and did their things never missing what they had thrown out to begin with.
Yet in the sea of life I held a pocket of life in the song and in the heart of a woman from heaven and she held me in the price of a story so big people would say it was just a dream and never could be. Yet in the final Ota there hove to a city of time lost in the fragmenting of a moment of time, a city lost beneath the city of Hiroshima. A city called Cherith and it held the heart of crystal of a woman named Hope. She was lost in time until a man saw she was the merry or muri or the curve of glass balls used to defend the walls of the sea so when the sea had overcome they snapped off and came to mean the defense was broken in part until more glass beads were placed upon the sand to defend it from erosion and thus people eventually saw only sand to signify the jewels of life and the jewels of time that meant the word we use today for marina or the murrina or the mourrina or mou rina or the princess of life who was the house of the well of a cow who provided her with milk so she could live in happiness with those who were of the gods themselves only one day the cow leaned up and bit them in dryness and they all passed into history as myth.
Yet of those who said that no one loved them was a man who remembered them as Frost and he had another name that was Jokul or Joe Kul and he held the laughter of people in the sea as the life of a party, or so some of those who passed by said, for he held the light of a man called Joe Cool to people in Heaven itself and to the people of Time and to the people of dreams and they said his story was so impossible it could not be true. Only God knew and he held it up as a myth of his soul from the impossible beginnings of time with a daughter who said “I will go find him if it takes me forever” and it did.
Yet in the final motion of life he held up the story of Christmas as the story of a star called Polaris and it was held by Worth who collected insight into the story of life and it held the story of Joe Cool as a man who once had a brother and he had a brother and they had brothers all over the place and so the story of many brothers came to be the rich man who love people and loved them to the point of no one believing his story.
Then one day it came to pass that God said “I will stay on and help him see that the story is true and I love him more then life because you were and are a friend and you were stolen by thieves in a night of pain unlike all others.”
It is the nature of prayer which is braced open in prayer and I end this thought that if Jesus were real he would pray through and tell me to take time to pray and pray and pray for strength to deal with history for it was written into a well so deep no one will ever find the bottom until God comes out and sets people straight and until then it begins with a crossover thought on Jokul and it is a Joke on thoughts but a price of life in the straight and the narrow way of life so hold onto faith and Faith and give life a dream to the Ota people of tomorrow who will ask “Are we the people of a night or a mare?” for they will hold it up as their history nearly forgotten in a world of pain and they are Hiroshima or the city of glass and balls of dust forgotten in what used to be at the center of only shadows.
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