This run ain't been fun for a while now
Energy for it all been ran out
Beggin myself to let go of this doubt
N start bein what I always been about
Knock myself off this damn cloud
Kuz its lookin like its about to storm some more
Ya know sht bad when chaoz got me bored
Being sober is more like a chore
The chemicals I keep in my brain cells
Got me convinced this reality I'm in is forreal hell
Its like my luck done hit the driest dry spell
Forgot how it feels to feel well
If I ever did know...
.....dazed out
Wondering if this whole sht
Is a fckd up sht show directed and written by
...who tha fck knows
Gettin kicks outta every low blow I catch to tha dome
Steady fckn with my mental state
Don't even try to act like im tryna exaggerate
but the plates overflowing with anger, pain & hate
when all I ordered was peace, love & fun
with some lust mixed in to hydrate
Keepin it super real
At this fcked up rate,
I dont even gotta contemplate
Why everyones walkin around all irate
While im just slowly strolling around
In this fcked up drug haze
Most of us have heard the quote,
“as a man thinketh so is he.”
Thoughts therefore are a part of creation.
We were created to have purpose in life.
Our thoughts effect what we become here on Earth.
As created, we are our authentic selves by the thoughts of the Creator.
To successfully meet the ultimate challenge in life,
we must align our thoughts with the thoughts of the Creator,
or just acknowledge the spirit within us and accept ourselves as created.
Ultimately, we are our worst enemy.
Many of us think we know better than our Creator,
what we are, what we want, and how we should live our lives.
I was given freewill by my Creator,
without his guidance, I don’t want it.
I give it back and acknowledge him in all things.
I’ll follow the voice of the Spirit within me,
align my will with the will of God my Creator,
and be who God intends for me to be.
Thoughts unraveling like loose strings on a ball,
then rewound to make useable opinion.
Past and future lose all their intrigue,
in the clearness and fulfillment of a present moment.
The intensity and immediacy of a brilliant thought,
becomes calm in the presence of an epiphany.
One’s time is truly blessed,
when passion and purpose are in each moment.
Ask me a question that in answering it,
I may fulfill a need of your mind.
Show me the emotions you feel in life,
that I may know the thirst and joy of your soul.
Does having a meaning for life complete life,
or is having a meaningless life even possible?
Let you soul’s destiny flow through you,
let it show others perfectly who you are.
The essence of our existence is eternal
So dead or alive, we always survive
We continually come into a form
Or out of a form either physical or spiritual
We live continually existing for eternity
Either in a physical form or spiritual form
Our eternal form is spiritual
Our host in the physical world can die or be destroyed
Spirit from a state of omnipresence becomes
Thought from a place of all possibilities
Transforming through intention
And is manifested as physical life
Eternal energy is present in each state
Spirit, thought, intention and manifestation
When the eternal energy leaves the physical state
It returns to its natural state of Spirit and omnipresence
This is the cycle of eternal energy
Which is the essence of life, or spirit
And the source of all that is manifest
And recycled throughout eternity
a thought of beauty scared away by negative thought
is easily bought as if given free
only to put on hold the bold
a thought so beautiful an angels breathe
could carry it across time
in a gentle rain shower
all living things could then feel its beauty
and be one with this beauty
which might strive to be alive
to share the air with all that lives
the beauty says, “I’ve seen things eyes have never seen
more beautiful than a rainbow in a waterfall
I tell you of things I’ve heard
melodies so pure as to melt the strings of a harp
while transcending the harpist and audience
to states of mind and emotion never before visited
open your minds and allow the essence of life
to dilute the sin nature of physical existence
imagine the soul as it reveals itself
beyond the limitations of the body
be your soul end the struggle
accept the oneness of being
you are a part of all that is
all that surrounds you, you also surround
blend in let your existence be noted
by your extraordinaire ability
to be congruent with all that is alive
with all that that is
you may become aware that the best of you
it actually the rest of you
looking through mind’s eye
as if in a trance
perhaps due to circumstance
or perchance the last dance
then again on the fly
without condescending
blending all elements in sight
I start to cry
wolf wolf the fear has arrived
disguised but still here
feel the fear
blowing in the winds of fate unknowing
death seeks to end the lie
just die bye bye die
then come again with reason
in another season
to veer out of last dance trance
to fly again in the universal wind
he was caught running between ditches
the witch’s wand stopped his running legs
and his pumping limb arms
now he is forever running in place
we call him the running tree
I hear the sound of a truth train now coming.'
Then I notice many people running.'
Why are they going back uphill.?
In the wrong direction.?
Into the darrkness lurking and still.'
Also back into treacherous times.?
Must be they are bad..?At reading the signs.?
I thought that they were all on board.' Within the
Mind. ? Have i been over optomistic, or to
This place, just blind.? I hear their words I'm aware of faces blurred.'I
Feel their hunting breath, uncertain of much.' And scared to death, do they know of life.? For that fact do I.? I must recalibrate, Oh me oh my.'
in a field
under a tree
lies a pile of leaves
and a rake
and now
a running jump
I'll take
There’s no difference
between a classroom
and a
Chinese
sweatshop.
No thinking,
No talking,
No creative
expression
whatsoever.
Give us your
whole day and
you will receive
minimal reward
for your
indoctrination.
I can’t imagine
how painful it is to
be God.
Trying your hardest
to make a beautiful painting,
only to have the characters
you created complain and
mock the world around
them.
Why does God let bad things
happen to good people?
Pretty sure you’d walk
away from the canvas too
if it spat back and criticized
you.
But perhaps,
in his silence,
he waits,
hoping we’ll learn to
appreciate the
masterpiece.
And after he
suspects we’ve endured
enough punishment, he’ll return
to add an additional layer
of paint.
We call these added colors
miracles, and they renew our
dwindling faith.
Words both good or bad are very powerful,
bad words said are like a volcanic eruption to the soul.
Why do family and friends hurt each other,
do they not understand what it does to the other person ~
volcanic eruption of the soul takes place.
These painful words and actions are like hot lava,
hot lava running out from ones soul.
This volcanic eruption can only be stopped with love,
or by separation.
As I stand like a mountain tall and strong,
there will be no more hot lava volcanic eruptions of the soul.
Going barefoot feels fine at the time
and wearing shoes do too
but sometimes I need something light
something not quite so tight only sandals will do
going barefoot feels fine now and then
and donning boots do too
but sometimes I want something loose
something I can put to good use only sandals come through
sandals always do the trick
and of the pack I had my pick
but wish I knew what makes them tick
and get a handle on these my brand new sandals
they didn't cost a lot of money
but when I walk my feet sound funny
flip-flop flip-flop
my right goes flip my left goes flop
flip-flop flip-flop all day long until I stop
tho' they're really no good for running
I'm footloose and fancy-free
and if you hear a flip-flop coming
hey that'll be me
flip-flop flip-flop flip-flop flip-flop
sprayed by some raindrops
look up the sky purest blue
a breeze in the trees
Children never fake it!
True love comes from them
I've never seen
A child fake a smile
Whenever they laugh
It comes from their heart
Portraying their beautiful soul
Without pains or hidden intentions.
Children never fake it!!
With innocent
They emerge earth
Without sin
Imitating whatever
They see
Watching whatever we do
Doing more of what we do than what we teach.
Children never fake it!!!
I've never seen
A child fake love
Whoever they love
Unconditional love they gives
Loving without intentions or reasons
Even when you beat them,
They always come back running to you for a hug.
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