Many times conspiracys, are proven' in times hindsight, post conformity. When does ' never again; become never mind?)
In our prescence' why does pride and arrogance make most blind.? Those who
Lived locked up, guilty only of being alive.'
It seemsmost myopic; and phobic..in actions were you, or are you as one smashing out your windows, in the coldest
Of seasons.? I argue on no theory; I agitate
Not in lies, if you live regardless? And in a
Type of insainty, are indeed besot'
leave me to reason, of the elemental
the eternal.
Yet before you decide on leaving' or are
Got.' Just try to find free living.'you
may see its imbued with true distinction, also the
Anti-dote, a counter to genocide; morbiditys and extinction.)
There is normal heatlty living.' There is sub-standard and full of i'lls, then a new
Term
Was tacked up in 2020 by some snake oil
Selling shills' thinking now in hindsight.?
That gets my blood to chill.' New-normal.?
Was the term rolled out, by those drainstream
Media types, simpering and a'whimpering
All white teeth; slimline suits.and hype.'
Yet all around an (un-normal!) reigned
That no one it seemed could name.? In
Thinking now, the word they coined was
A mirror to the lies deciet and pain.' Much
Was false, and socially un-acceptable in
The main.' Yet eased into a closure? we saw small buisnesses shut, there was a
Waryness of your neighbour, while the
Governance exuded trust.' Yes i know it
Was un-normal, this had never been done
Before..Because it would cause devestation to free living, and independant buisness ' now thats for sure.'
Bring it on, the good and the bad
Watch as we embrace and release
Poised in the void, heart’s never sad
Frolicking as our soul does please
We are free, living in the now
Bring it on, the good and the bad
Vibrant presence takes a light bow
Being always in bliss mists clad
A rebel, we follow no fad
We alone feel, God’s spark within
Bring it on, the good and the bad
Our heart is pure, we’re free from sin
We are in but not of the world
No wonder then, we are called mad
Heart lotus blooms, love is unfurled
Bring it on, the good and the bad
Once I saw the world so bright and wide, Adventurous days with friends by my side, We'd chase the highs, stay fly and free, living carelessly, just happy to be.
But then I met you, and everything changed, My world shifted, rearranged. Now I'm lost in a darkened haze, Since the moment you went away.
I lost my best friend, my guiding light, Now I'm drowning in this endless night. Minutes crawl, hours drag by, each moment without you, I silently cry.
I sit here dying, slowly each night, Miserable and alone, out of sight. The worst feeling, this haunting pain, Knowing I'll never see you again.
Alone in this world, I face my fears, As time stretches out, my vision unclear. I used to see life through a vibrant lens, Now it's dimmed, devoid of amends.
This darkness, a flicker remains, fading memories through tear-stained rains. I'll linger here, in this lonely zone, Until I'm reunited with you, my own.
Cry out a tear drop. I need a moment, please. You keep running... I tell you now about a man who went and came to this land; To give you free living water and all that you need. You may seem a little empty. But he hears your pain...and the sorrow you claim. It's gone , gone. As you keep running he poured out his arms and said peace be still. Listen my child, as you kept running I went on ... I went on... You kept running till you grown weary to the cold. You went on till there was an empty bottle. Now the storm came and gone.. as you went on and surrendered to living life..I will always call you home as you go on.
Drove a rusting
beat up truck
never had money
forget about luck
life went from bad
to worse for me
until I got arrested
now living's free
3 solids a day
hot showers daily
the man says jump
I do so gladly
look rough on the outside
a loser inside
not much left
on the other side
Life’s Upheavals
6-27-2016
Sometimes God uses some upheaval in our life,
to remove us from a passing period of inaction.
To stimulate, and restore our attention to Him,
and away from some minor, earthly distraction.
There’s a disparity in servitude and free living,
servitude is being unconnected from our source.
Suspended between heaven and earth was He,
establishing a way, that from sin, we’d divorce.
Kings of the earth demand payment,
they are like horse leaches crying: give, give
Never are they ever satisfied,
never do we ever give enough
Rulers love to collect tribute
to build their war playthings
We hate the vexation of taxation,
and all the hardships that it bring
What we pay out in blood, sweat and tears money,
is supposed to come back to us a hundredfold
But the kings of the earth, like greedy dogs,
they wanna keep it all
Paying your taxes is a given,
collecting tribute is a time-honored oppressive act
Obedience to the crown is the key to free living,
but give to God the things that belong to Him —
This is a spiritual fact:
We must never forget to pay that
Take the time to stop and stare
Hurry and impatience will get us
No where. Slow down take control
Enjoy the fresh breeze, do something
That will profit and keep away disease
Slow down take a deep breath enjoy today
Stress free living, keep that at bay. Life is
Too short live it to the full, your heavenly
Father designed us that way.
Patience can overcome any situation don’t be in such a hurry.
Hurry is the devils playground, the root of impatience and much frustration.
Patience is a virtue moral ethical, uprightness. Changes don’t happen in a jiffy
It takes a character of excellence, goodness, and righteousness.
Patients is a fruit of the Spirit given by God himself that must be developed, and worked out
on the outside, and not sit on a shelf.
The natural man can’t understand, and finds it hard to see, the meaning of this mystery what
will it profit me? A life of joy, peace love, stress free living make plain for all to see.
I still have that moral fiber; I guess that makes me a survivor
Funny, I still feel the same
Still feel like I’m the only one missing out on so-called fun
The lone loser of the group
Oddly enough, it doesn’t really bother me
Being substance-free, living a life of sobriety
I’d rather lead a so-called boring life
If it means my mind isn’t fried
If it means I won’t cause myself to prematurely die
Surely somebody else lives this way?
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