Paul Cutting - The Words

As the words congeal in my mind its time for me to find some time to write these words of mine, and climb to heights divine, that brings forth the signs of our times, to bring sight to the blind of mind, not to shine light that would blind, but to bring straight to discourse the force of truth divorced of fear, to tear through doubt of life and death for they are mine to share, and peer over all that is and is to come, what fun it is to dance upon this spinning sphere, light years from anywhere suspended in thin air, in cased in ozone atmosphere.

Inspired by the wind, inspired by the sun, by my wins and my lose, magnificent of course are we that’s all of us, everyone creators, all diamonds in the cold of night, from the birth of a child to the birth of a sun star that shine down on us its loving light, peer upon this sphere upon which we stand is were we landed known as man, woe to man his heavy hand, would not we stand to gain form love of this the earth on with I stand with you.

From the smallest part that man has known, from cell and atoms to living foam we must know the truth be told this whole universe on us bestowed this gift upon rammed earth were we have made our home, we will venture out to the Universe, we will go to worlds unknown, and find the jewels and pearls of wisdom to bring back to our home, to save our selves from our selves stealth it lye before our eyes the answer will we find, and so we're told of heresy, conspiracy, apathy there words mean nothing to me, for only truth will set us free these words burst forth from old.

So here we are and here we spin within the space black backdropp of starlight night, beautiful blue sphere spins on its flight path each night, the awesome answer from above lye’s in wait, into its path we will converge were the truth will merge with fact, were we will find that the only weapon to save our lives is Love in fact is Love.

Paul Cutting

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