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Used to be a team player
Took a protective stance
Learned they were advantage takers
as only I advanced
There I was lending my ear
left talking to myself
yet again I’m seeing clear
I have nobody else
All the things I’d do for others
are never done for me
yet still they would mutter
we all act mutually
Telling me we were brothers
and valued equally
Oh I’m touched (sarcastic) flutters
knowing I’ve only me
what’s a friend who doesn’t give
and then deserves a favour
talks of a life they do not live
and paints their friends a failure
To self centred for a chat
they simply say don’t worry
make out you overreact
silenced in a hurry
Or they’ll label you a liar
talking for attention
laugh and say you’re desperate dire
mocking your fabrication
Expecting others show interest
when they’ve something to say
simple things that cause them stress
they speak of everyday
They’ll tell the world that they are selfless
always giving their time and wisdom
how every friend they have is hopeless
needing help with each decision
and how they cannot give away
as much as they have given
when they are suffering today
wore out by all their giving
The hero seeking sympathy
who gives so much to others
even when they make believe
these stories of what suffers
as they have a desperate need
the validation heroes offer
but now for once selfishly
the hero runs for cover
Aren’t they just a worn out angel
with friends that don’t deserve them
sad pathetic lying scoundrels
tolerated though a burden
without ever appearing thankful
taking all they’re given
for you must be so truly mental
if you believe this angels vision
Never trust the person
who complains they give too much
be aware you’ve heard them
sound completely out of touch
...The outcome of this didn't come overnight,
but soon folks noticed an increase in fights,
a spate of new inventions, new and improved,
flush of music and literature new.
A jump in the birth rate as alpha males
resumed their eternal chase for fresh tail,
and women hungering for just such guys,
it took the authorities by surprise.
And as with Covid, they did overreact,
they did not want masculinity back,
cried of ‘toxic men,’ and ‘much work to do,’
and doubled-down pushing their point-of-view.
But by now all the conspiracy claims
started to make sense, and some did proclaim
that this chemical was real, and a threat,
but the state wasn’t ready to quit yet.
They’d put so much effort into their schemes,
to force people into utopian dreams,
they went looking to see what had gone wrong,
and why their fancy chemical was gone.
They found the microbe that young Lance had made,
few words could capture their impotent hate,
the damage was done, they could not stop it,
instead they fumed and looked for the culprit.
It took several years, but the FBI
tracked Lance to the cabin, found him inside,
but Lance wasn’t stupid, he’d planned for this,
he wanted the trail, did not resist.
The trial was streamed, and Lance testified
of the chemical and government lies,
the state countered this, and claimed he was mad,
but the world was out, things were getting bad.
Half of the species had been drugged for years,
countless angry men roused governments fears,
they locked Lance up for the ‘rest of his days,’
he stayed in prison, while outside things raged.
The world that emerged was changed from before,
though there’s no need to relive that horror,
but for Lance, locked up for freeing all men…
Ten years later he was made president.
Won 95% of the male vote…
The focus in the direction of possibilities and to enter into a bridge of congressional diplomat and to decipher the negative from the positive in all ways of motion and emotional dictation from the view of how one reacts to the situation.
The well kept desire is upon us in the world and our Nation today as I pray for blessings across the Universe and here at the post of the Holy Ghost. the truth will set you free from all obituaries in the west and east and north and south. The illusion is in the optical department in the coloration of how to focus upon the greatest stance in America.
The factors in the elements proclaim to be instrumental in the classic side of tomorrow's storm and the clarification depends upon the hope of releasing you from the ground to the sky. Millions have suffered in the district of our country and the position of agility.
The most important thing is to be aware of all unwanted dependencies and to include the timing of illustrations to focus in the hope that all will graphically step into the reigns of the kingdom of God. For once we die we will no longer suffer.
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Spotless mind
“Your prettier when you don’t think cause that’s when you don’t try to be pretty”
Time to stop overthinking tryna break down pieces
Time to put em back to together, nothing is complete we all are unfinished
“You changed” nall I just opened my eyes now the world is bigger and the little things I used to overreact to became smaller
Falling apart isn’t my thing anymore let’s just say I’m speaking a piece of mind
Missing things that I won’t get back and reminiscing on the past is pointless let’s just focus on the future
Image me floating with the seas caused by the chill waves I’m starting to ride
Positive vibes only let’s clear this clouded mind of mines
No more holding onto irrelevant information
We all have this secret passage
Follow it and at the end...wait there is no end
Our imagination leads to eternity so why can’t we just live by it.
We live our lives in lies anyway
We all live to create, create to develop and develop to die therefore we make mistakes why not make millions of more
We’re perfectly imperfection and led in all directions but nothing is more beautiful or handsome to the eye
We are what & who we are
When the sun die we will still be who we were before the dramatic appearance of danger occurred
So why try to be someone else?
We wonder about everyone’s opinion and look for acceptance in people who can’t even accept themselves, yet find joy in making people feel not good enough
Those people, those people are infuriating but they are just hiding their pain by being the cause of others
We are all unique no title can define us
Emptying out my conscience and starting over with what I like to call a spotless mind!
We are talking about traumatized children and how to hide their trauma, they tend to overreact, get out of control, and disrupt a class.
We also talked about how some stress is important. If you see a bear in the forest, we want you a bit stressed so you can play dead and live, not run and be chased down and eaten.
But in school we do not need any threatening adults a.k.a. bears
As they shut down not only the traumatized child,
But other traumatized children in their rooms.
Why did you do that?
The worst question ever.
It shuts down the child, because it is accusatory, and they do not know
why they did it.
Why did you do that?
Should be replaced with what happened? And what can we do to help you the next time?
The trick is getting the exasperated school-teaching-bears on board.
Teacher- bears sometimes want punitive things to happen to the out-of-control-children.
They want them dragged out, locked up, and they want the keys to be thrown away.
Not all teachers, but some.
The crazy part is, that currently the bears are the ones
Who get stuck with the out-of-control children because it is
Thought by some that they can control them.
This is the sad reality; a growly angry, shaming, accusatory bear will shut the child down and re-traumatize them over and over,
And the victim’s behaviors
Will get worse and
Worse.
We have
To do things differently,
Folks. We have to learn
To listen to the bears and
The victims, so we can help
them learn to get along and become
A working community. We have to
get rid of the prisons and the jails.
Locking people up and throwing away
the key has not worked anyway, right?
I’m mostly self-conscious, a bit oblivious
Completely outgoing, but then that’s obvious
I’m addicted to Dr. Pepper because it’s my cocaine
And I love the darkness when it rains
I’m a bit pessimistic and collectively sarcastic
I’ve been described as eccentric and somewhat too drastic
I’m an artist in my heart, soul, and mind
I love to laugh so my mouth will be lined
I’m a believer in the unseen
And I know God’s in Heaven watching over me
I make mistakes, more than one
But even with morals I know how to have fun
I have ridiculous friends, and I’ll adore them forever
Even if I’m so far away I have to send letters
I’m talkative, pretty much all the time
And my artistic chaos is somewhat sublime
I’m prone to occasionally overreact
But now that I’m aware, I’ve fixed most of that
Of politeness and smiles I’m a big fan
And when given a choice, I always stand
Arkansas is where I’m from and the Razorbacks my symbol
And my family is there, not blood but faithful
I prefer the summer over the winter
And I am one with a quick temper
I’m not gorgeous, but I’ve got Southern charm
And with my darlin’s and y’all’s, you’ll fall for me hard
All of these things are a part of me
And I can be your best friend or your worst enemy
Starbucks is the place of my dreams
And I love pizza when meat is the theme
Chocoholic doesn’t even begin to describe
My passion for cocoa of any kind
I don’t have a filter, which is a curse and a blessing
Because usually I’ll say whatever I’m thinking
I’ll hold intelligent conversation wherever I can
And all of this is just who I am
Last year around this time,
We were all watching, waiting although it was Super white.
And then Leo won(finally, the academy being relieved of that atrocious crime).
This year I can't help agreeing, the academy is right
Although Miranda kind of lost with his song in Moana,
But wait for it, the Oscars in its height, around midnight-
That's when everybody sits on the sofa,
"Oh, I think La La Land will win this year, let me make that clear
Moonlight was a tearjerker but it is not in the same league by even one iota!"
So the time nears,
The Presenter enters, hugs and kisses exchanged
Applause, whispers, cheers and jeers
La la land's destiny fulfilled,
But "hold on, wait, the show runner's got something to say to y'all
Moonlight is the winner after all!"
The drama, the suspense, the rigged, and unrigged,
we just close one eye and wave in nonchalance," Well, it's Hollywood"
Maybe there is something we are ignoring,
Maybe there is some conspiracy,
Some deep dark secret.
maybe it's just the universe playing a cruel jape
Maybe it's nothing, we are overreacting
Just like we overreact to so many things.
So what if a large orange Monster rules over the world?
So what if Britain is not a part of EU?
One day we will realise,
To our dismay.
That the human kind did not survive until today if we are made of clay.
Everything will be okay.
And we will keep surviving regardless of whatever surprises the galaxy throws our way
So dust off your troubles,
If you keep worrying.
Things will be alright.
Someday.
A rhyme once written, filled with ecstasy and joy.
A girl once smitten, with a lovestruck boy.
Times spent in love, through the thick of it all.
Memories I dream of, but I’m waking from a fall.
Pictures of smiles, pictures of passionate kisses,
On a dusty phone marked files, lives my hopes and wishes.
Movie stubs, and back rubs,
Snoring so loud, that I cannot sleep.
But now lost in the shroud, I can only weep.
Nothing was perfect, we had our ups and our downs.
But when I reflect, it’s laughing more than frowns.
The past couple years, we haven’t been the same.
I’ve contacted my fears, and it’s losing your name.
But I’ve lost the way, you’ve lost the time.
There’s nothing to say, just another empty rhyme.
I can only apologize, and work on who I need to be.
I’m working to rise, and become a better me.
I can’t ask you to wait, I can’t ask you to forget.
It belongs to fate, if I should live with regret.
I overthink and overreact, you lose patience and yell.
I’m trying to gain what I’ve lacked, but at this point we can’t tell.
That’s all we’ve known, these past several years.
Yes we’ve grown, but we still live amongst fears.
The nights are so devoid, a sound sleep intangible.
I’m sorry you’re annoyed, my absent mind trying to be manageable.
But I’ll still care for you, a love that lasts eternal.
Even if we’re forever through, I’ve got memories and a journal.
I’ll talk to you later, maybe in a month or two.
I could never hate her, for I’ll forever love you
I make a lot of mistakes in life
Sometimes they hurt the people I love
But they always hurt me in the end
I know I’m human but still
I overreact and overthink a lot
I’m prone to hiding feelings or bottling them up
Lately the glass has been shattering often
And I often can’t control it like I want to
Its so easy for me to become unstable
I’ve been thinking about therapy a lot
So I can stop feeling alone in fighting this
Because I do truly feel temporary in everyones lives
I thought I was more capable this time around
But I went and proved myself wrong
I lost control and I lashed out at you
And I know you didn’t deserve it at all
I’m so sorry that I get like this I hate it so much
And its not your fault in the slightest
I just panicked and felt unwanted
Thought of crashing my car because of it
Part of me hopes you find a way to read this
But most of me still doesn’t want to share it with you
I don’t want you to see me as the failure I see myself
In every aspect of my life
I’m sorry if I hurt you or made things worse
I try to stop it but sometimes It creeps up
Other times it blows up too quick to catch
I blame myself for not being stronger
I still wish you well and wish the best for you
Id understand if you don’t want me there to see it
But I’ll always be a call away for you
I just need time to fix whats still screwed up in me
Every day I wake up with my inner core still intact,
And that is an established fact,
So, I seldom worry about that,
Even when I take off my hat,
Or decide to pick up a bat.
I don't know what makes it so,
I only know it can take quite a blow,
Though the outer core may start to glow,
And burn marks start to show
My inner core is still good to go.
It is still a mystery to me,
Why others cannot say the same,
And find it hard to stay in the game,
Which is I think is quite a shame.
Contact with friends helps strengthen my inner core
Of this I am sure,
A joke or two seems to please it some more,
The right food to the fore,
Helps the core,
To do more,
A good night's sleep reduces the chances of stress on the core,
And although children are quite a chore,
They tell us when we are in danger of becoming a bore,
And we need to go out the door,
To learn once more to explore,
To Lower the temperature in the inner core.
Every day I awake with my inner core still intact,
I know I must have shown some tact,
Failed to overreact,
And others did not decide how I should act.
Though every day I give thanks that my inner core is intact,
And I am glad to do that,
There is one thing I don't know for a fact,
Does it live under my hat?
Or if I take off my shirt,
Will I find it resides inside my heart?