Soul-Mind
Soul-mind
Oh your songs' being
sung,
but your missions'
undone,
if you don't give a
stuff,
quite uncaring,
your animal beast,
is enjoying the
feast,
yer spirit has lost
its' ball bearings,
the 2 parts of you,
monkey comes 2,
the soul part has
something to say,
a little quiet
voice,
conscience has
brought,
but ole monkey just
won't anyway,
the soul seeks 2 try
the narrow path,
but monkey just
wanting his fun,
monkey killer brings
on the awful blood
bath,
hysterical
soul-minds' undone
…
Don Johnson
My dead dad contacts
me and shows me
where the white ants
are etc:} and still
pulls on my big toe
when im in bed
sometimes .as he did
when i was a
kid..spirit survives
and the monkey has
left the building:}
read Edgar Cayce on
the origin of
species human... he
says we took over
the bodys of
animals...animal
instinct takes over
when we are
angry...spirit loses
control...
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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