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I will not allow madness
Nor will I allow anesthesia
This place will end up in a mess
You won`t be affected by amnesia
As you will never forget this life-changing experience
Learn from your errors, that's just common sense
Whosoever sows the wind shall reap the whirlwind
You shall not forget to all who you have sinned
For you won't leave the extend of my madness with coma
Take for granted you'll be altered by trauma
You`ll be judged for each of your sins
Your corpse will be disposed in several bins
You are just a puppet
Used for entertainment
You can do infinite wishes
You will not leave this place with just a couple stitches
Walking the deck for you
I noticed the wood beneath my feet
old boards
I stretch myself
as far as the horizon
Trying to expand myself for you
You ask so much of me
You push my boundaries beyond my boundaries
You demand on command
of me as if I were a child
Yes,do .... stretch me and decrease me by making me thin
I am trying to be bold in your presence
Trying to remember where I came from
and all that I believe in -for you
I will serve you like a slave
I will work for you like a child slave because I love you
The only light I know is the light I've seen
Driving through Forest of Bent trees where the sand and the wind have altered all to be so unusual and exquisite
I can't stop thinking of wind altering trees
In the light ....of nature
so bent by wind and storm
I'm humbled
lifted and joyful
amazed
and here nothing you do to me
will ever stop my... being happy
You may be cruel but I will be bigger
a lioness of bent branches rising to the sky
roaring past you
You may think You are bold in your cruelness
You think ownership of me gives you the right?
But I have the forest and I have the fluorescent red berries
that he fought to retrieve for me
and I will never forget what it is to be out here
in air and sky and feel sand fall through my fingers
A free child just enjoying the beauty of the world around me
Gathering up bright berries of color to deck my halls
I remember that nature and life can be turned simple
by a tree
engaged by a leaf
romanced by a puddle
spoken to by breeze
All you have to really do is go out there and gather up
what is offered
Given without price
Home invasions resulted in
Jamaican Mexican thieves
taking my children immunization
records marriage certificates
and identification cards by
gods grace I reported the
cards stolen they were comprised
immediately voided replaced
decades ago veterans helping
veterans retired senior master
sgt henry williams took
me to replace my identification
cards when I relocated to Florida
with a broken hip this is fir jay
Townsend Johnson Henry you
and severe repeat hard drugs
manufacturer MEXICAN
VIOLENT OFFENDER stabbing
five persons blood was everywhere
I am blessed to be alive blessed
I survived your violent terrorist
attacks on my life home invasions
you and your vicious violent offenders
are welcome to keep those old
expired cards they have been
voided for decades your threats
on plates is quite twisted that
identity you stole doesn't exist
back off you are a fraudulent
imposter gum on my slippers
you're dangerous obsessed
twisted stop sending me threats
shred my old identification it's
really a crime to use them return
them immediately I don't need
old expired identification cards
they are voided non legal tender
for years I wondered who actually
took them and why thanks for
you threats it gave me clarity
J63 J52 J72 J58 J69 J34 J59
J67 J66 just how many identification
cards have you actually altered
Justice department can help
stop identification fraud scum
Many decades..
There has been a war on psychedelics..
In the western world..
It had been ridiculed..
It had been banned..
It had been surrounded by negativity..
Tremendous darkness
False accusations had been drawn against it..
Had been misinformed..
As to its actual cause..
Placed in the same light as..
A toxic substance
Represented only dark forces..
The dark forces are the laboratories
Of which creates chemicals..
A toxic poisonous cocktail..
Combined with Mother Nature's own..
Thus then blames the natural plant..
For dangerous side effects..
In retrospect..
Pure pshycedelics is part of nature..
A natural plant..
Exclusively for the mind, body, and soul..
It has existed since the beginning of time..
Indigenous tribes from every corner of this Universe..
Had embraced it..
Medicinal purposes..
Healing..
Becoming in touch with Divinity..
Whether it is psyilocybin mushrooms..
Ayahuasca..
It matters not..
Enforces a gateway to divinity..
Though the Conscious is always in direct communication..
With the subconscious..
Lack of awareness exists..
Therefore Human conciousness dismisses it..
It matters not..
Awareness..
Unawareness..
Both are in direct communication..
Psycadelics boosts one's memory a bit..
Of who you really are..
A rememberance and celebrations..
Of thyself..
The true essence of who you are..
Divine interventions..
Is caused by psychedelics..
A gateway filled with discernment
An eye opening introduction to thyself..
An eye opening experience
A life altering change..
An altered state of conciousness..
To connenct with your own divinity..
Become consciously aware of all there is..
Embark on a blissful journey..
A trip one shall never forget..
A safe enviroment is a must..
surrounded by loved one's is a plus..
To experience a jumpstart on thyself..
Is the recipe for ..
A delectable experience..
Western society had banished psychedelics..
Banishment was..
Still is..
To deny ..
To supress..
One to walk an enlightened path..
A path to divinity..
Of which is their own..
To know thyself..
Galaxies and countless sand -
so much to misunderstand.
You're more than a simple dot
in a whimsical plot twist.
Free will in every circumstance,
with each fascinating consequence,
is as purposeful as planned.
Altered winds at God's command.
Still, we don't know the secret half
of the complex aftermath,
and fail to fully understand
how we're still sustained to live,
lungs continuing to lift.
Grace extends to everyone,
sinners sprinkled with the sun.
Megaphone and microscope,
Son's arms reaching out in hope.
Connecting through mystifying prayer,
I feel your heart; God placed it there.
How extravagant to share
just a moment's precious pulse,
a fraction of a fragment of the whole.
This force can touch a single soul,
like the stearing wind of waves,
shifting shapes in continents.
Changing hearts are imminent
by the power of the Maker's hand,
who formed countless glorious galaxies
and granules of shifting sand.
9-13-2023
Morning arrives wearing fog
like a warning it never removes.
The village wakes slowly,
as if afraid to be seen.
Roofs drip secrets.
Windows blink once, then look away.
Names here are spoken softly,
so they don’t attract teeth.
The mist is not empty
it watches.
It remembers everyone
who tried to leave.
Footsteps disappear
almost as soon as they’re made,
as if the road itself
is tired of hope.
A bell tolls somewhere unseen,
counting lives instead of hours.
Even prayer echoes back altered,
older, hungrier.
Yet roses still bloom
dark, stubborn,
their thorns fluent in survival.
Children learn early
how to smile without trust,
how to run without direction,
how to listen for wings.
At night, the fog thickens,
stitched with moonlight and dread.
The castle looms, patient,
a thought that refuses to die.
But still
a candle is lit.
A door is barred.
A story is whispered.
In Barovia,
hope does not shine.
It smolders
quiet, defiant,
waiting for the mist
to blink first.
Glimpses of myself in a different time..
Recurring thoughts occupying my mind..
Visions of lush greenery landscapes
I gaze upon the deep blue sky
I caught a glimpse of myself..
My alternate self..
Unique surroundings
Fascinating experiences..
Colors illuminating so perfectly vivid
Bright and bold
Intense and magnificent
For my eyes have never seen such vibrant colors..
Words cannot express the sweet vibrant colors..
Vibes and energies are intense..
Vibrating with the sights and sounds..
A beautiful high vibration of energy ..
My senses have intensified to the fullest
Through the marvelous glimpses of myself..
In existence..
Living a life
Fulfillment multiplied to the maximum..
A mirror..
An image of myself..
For I have been deceived by my own mirror..
Showing quite a distorted image of myself
Distortions certainly have a field day with myself..
Tricksters in disguise..
Brewing foolishness..
A foolish self ..
Living in a narrow gateway..
Cannot see the size of the gateway..
Can only see the narrow corridor of what lies ahead in the gateway..
Unexplainable awarensess shapes form..
A deep awakening..
Glimpses through many different windows and doors..
Altered states of windows and doors..
The doors and windows of my perception have completely opened..
Whisked away I am..
Reflections of myself in a different alternate reality..
Parallel entanglements
An interdimentional infusion of pure bliss..
Expansion of gateways..
The corridor is wide and abstract..
It lies everywhere simultaneously..
I am myself on earth..
As I am myself in an alternate universe..
Experiencing many facets of life..
My opened doors of perception entering through a window..
Prince William was so sick of being told
He’s receding and is now going bald
So he called in the royal hairdresser
To see if he could ease the heir pressure
He gave him a brand new hairstyle
This ‘buzzcut’ would be so worthwhile
His hairdresser is very highbrow
But his fees have raised an eyebrow
William’s head looks like its been shaved
Oh how the press stories have raved
£180 pounds is what we’ve been told
It’s so costly to look like you’re bald!
The cost Prince William has now denied
It wouldn’t be the first time the press have lied!
One day William will be ‘heir apparent’
And cutting costs will be more transparent
When William’s crowned then we could sing
With altered words to God shave the king!
Based on a story in the press over the cost of Prince William’s news haircut
01/20/18
Phantom Phone Call
All Hallows Eve quickly approaches
With tales of crypts and ghostly coaches
When haunting spirits again roam
To sounds of chains and dirges of moans.
Amid this eerie spine-chilling time
Beloved mother prepares to die
Fragile link between Heaven and earth
Suddenly splits in her rebirth.
One final breath, one final sigh,
One final smile from her blue eyes
Now at midnight her spirit takes flight
Traveling light through darkest midnight.
The battle over – sweet warrior at rest
Home phone rings jarring mourning expressed
Familiar voice heard on the line – no trick -
“Child, this is your mother!” Click…
10-8-21
Contest: Something Spooky 8-16 lines Poem
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
The story is true story although timeframe has been altered. After mom died our home phone rang. It was past midnight. The voice on the other end of the line was mom’s voice. The call untraceable.
Rhymes checked with RhymeZone
I live because in my life
you paint love as surreal art
it’s my bruised heart
scorned, sacred vows of a saint
true lovers’ art
this, you paint…
It appears as me
with altered appeal and
tints of pain,
tainted in taffeta’s
crisp and stylish
Primped and fashioned, contour of course
My soulful eyes
fitting for a muse
my lips are shut,
and my finger pressed
against a smudge messed
I want to shout
let me out of this demure affair
In that case, I pleasure in my nails
Hand splayed, what’s red is green,
Revlon’s recipe
on sharpened tips
secrets we keep, and so what
if my complexion pewters
I’m just an object
An object of veneration
where pain and beauty coexist
Gone direly insane, you’ll find out
I am a photo finish, a diarist
reclusive in my personal struggles
and creative expression
and in this I conclude
that I’ll outlive you
in solitude