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Unleashed

I got up this morning in a good mood 
searching for solitude in the distant skies
And watching the clouds rolling by
I stopped and listened to the sounds around me
While contemplating my sacred destiny
Barking dogs and singing magpies resonate from a distance
And then appeared a strange artificial cricket sound out of nowhere
A weird buzzing sound surfaced too trying to grip me and you 
The torturing sounds run through the cables on the light post into the house
 If you listen carefully you can hear them all around
These strange sounds are positioned to rock our nerves
I turned up the music very loud to drown out the torturing sound 
I watched the bright orange sun forcing its way from behind
the crowded buildings, old buildings with mold and dirt
soaked inside and whitewashed paint stripping from the side
The sun spills its light on trees and on the window ledge raising up the dead
I just could not get a good view of the sun because of the barriers around
The sun shine vehemently but the moon hides
under the clouds, taking the weather up and down
The pleasant morning filled my heart with gladness
But later I felt deep sadness when I saw a car opposite my door
With a the model marking Trumpchi 
Sadness suddenly comes over me
And I felt a sudden rage in my spirit 
The yellow jacket wasp invaded my balcony too
Sending a strong message to me and you, 
I am not allergic or afraid of them 
So I sprayed and killed all of them
Trumpchi has been parading around the town 
 Spring, summer and all year round
Driving up and down in the crowded streets
 Spreading a strange obscure heat
But it’s the first time they parked it in front of my door
The Devil really knows how to get under my core
The (chi-qi air) force came directly to antagonize me 
But the Holy Spirit was standing by to guide me
I smashed the red bucket into several pieces 
And eradicate the bad nasty energy
I send back the nasty spirit to where it belongs
Then wash and scrub to remove all the mud
While the angels stood over me to keep my company
At least I regain my composure and felt a hundred percent better
It wasn’t the yellow jackets that bothered me
 It was the evil spirit that was passing through
I walked about and start reflecting on my past journey
I am going in the direction of the sun
It is splashing warmth all over my face
And I am waiting patiently for your embrace
It has just stopped raining and the water is draining
The soft earth caressed the fresh green grass 
And the tall trees look at me with awe and curiosity
It has been a turbulent ride mixing with strange people 
Whose habits and customs are different from everyone
Customs dated as far back as the stone age
They made me think deep and struggle in my sleep
The desert stood still on the other side 
Forcing severe heat in the sweltering train
And sucking up the moisture that is inside me
The earth has been crying out for days
And here I am listening quietly to its praise
How did I find myself in these people company
They all squat in the train picking their nose
Biting their nails and digging their ears
Chirping and burping like fugitives birds
 And slurping noodles from their wooden bowl
Their voices where shouting above me and the stifling smoke 
From their cheap cigarette penetrated the aisles  
We sat there as burden bearers and wisdom makers 
And some were meant to dance and sing
I can’t forget those gruesome days when we had nothing but
Hard dry crisp earth, the plants perished, crops die
And we hardly had food to keep us alive 
Meager cattle meandering up and down the hard dry thirsty farmland
Feeding on dry grass and looking for a greener land
With my face pressed on the train glass we glide over layers
Of hard dry dirt with no substance in the earth
Cows and sheep feeding out into the deep
Their babies looking desperately for something to eat
But the aging hard dry cracked earth has stirred up an awful drought
Burning trees stood on hard dry land and scorched grass looking for a helping hand 
The trees and the skies are crying out help but there is no way out 
It has not rained for months and the crops are constrained
The earth is as hard as stone 
And boulders are thundering down 
The shelves are bare and empty 
The heat is busting up my feet
 And my spirit wandered out in the deep
We have fall back in the primitive days
When there was nothing but dirt and clay
People traveled on horses form a long distance
To seek out a greener land
I looked out the train window and think deeply
Nothing can grow on hard dry land
People kept moving from land to land
What on earth is holding up the universe?
Is it something that is diverse or is it a higher power?
I already know the answer but I keep looking for more
The train thundered through the dark tunnel
 And blocked my view for a brief moment
Up the tracks and down the road
The bushes on either side kept the rodent alive
Abandon houses shows up everywhere 
People have been moving from year to year
They stare at me in the dark looking for someone to make a new start
Daylight found us on the other side with the angles holding the light
Suddenly a light flashed through the train and a mad wind blow through the trees
Without warning the spell was broken and the rain thundered down
Soaking up the stubborn hard earth all around the city 
Grazing sheep and horses spread out in the field having a treat 
People running around looking happy and cooling down the heat
The water soaked up the hard dry earth  
and the soft earth gives rise to blooming flowers and green grass
Luscious fruits hang from trees signifying that the mission is complete
The farmers are beating drums and dancing merrily in the street
The smell of passion fruit perfume the atmosphere
 Telling me that you are here
I am unleashed  and I want to kiss your feet.

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