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Free Verse is a cop out.
As if I would just express my thoughts about it?
It is not my job to...
Tell anyone how to exercise their free will and they might just...
Kill...
Something.
Just not me.
God keeps a ledger called Karma.
Lickety Tits
I know you just read it no matter how much I would like to believe that I had nothing to duo with
It
What a difference that would make.
I'm going to learn how to love them no matter how long it takes.
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And…. Here they come.
No matter how hard I try to get rid of these…
past memories. Winkles in the fabric of…
Silky time and space
Earth and a place of…
You know what I mean?
My mother told me I got to choose.
My arrival?
Who is she kidding?
I don’t remember getting to vote that young.
The twos were interesting enough.
Where did my daddy go?
I mean everything that I say
Not everything that I write.
So here IAM M'AAM!
She did the best she could.
And she did NOT have it ALL.
Information. Education. Society. No Real Guidance. Guiltless society.
It caused all of her.
So? What if I caused it?
I can stop the cycle anytime I want.
Right?
Okay, awesome.
Bible says no Bragging.
REALLY?
LOL
There goes my RESUME!
No children?
I have plenty of proof.
God didn’t tell me to be like anyone other than me.
And eventually I would figure it out 50 laps later.
Guilty, guilty, guilty.
Sin, sin, sin.
Broken record.
Broken record.
Broken record.
Neither here
Nor there
What a roller coaster of a dream.
Such is reality. Sometimes.
At least for me.
I have ALL.
I have ALL the rules.
I make all the rules for me.
And everyone else.
I love breaking my rules.
Sometimes.
And I follow no one. American Idol me not.
Why should I?
If my mother is correct I have been ruling this Universe I witness and experience.
From the moment I was conceived.
A love hate relationship.
Innocently powerful. Granted to me by my mother.
By the man who was my father.
Funny.
I look like my brother.
Yet. Never really exploited.
Imagine being the afforded one?
Sans any guilt for being a human doing, just like everyone else.
Being?
LOL, that’s for the birds.
We kill their free will.
Pretending that only we can see.
Who is bigger?
As long as I know where I come from
I don’t have to go looking for love.
And knowing anything at all
just makes me arrogant.
That makes me...
... you.
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Your thoughts are my command
I want them to be true
However, it’s not my job to tell you how to exercise your free will.
My thoughts are thought your are true to who you are
My thoughts are that the rules are what they are
If it ain’t broke don’t fix it
Especially for more than 2K+ years
Keep it real and just harm no one
Wars only bring tears
Still, God always prevails
Life is not a trick like and illusion
Her I AM
Do you recognize me?
Doubt it
Unless you created me
Do you recognize me now?
No?
How then do you know that I am not speaking for the creator of you?
Oy
LOL
God loves texting
Or….
Stupid dead PS
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Why am I so stupid?
How come I did not get this instinct?
How c om I ended up on the opposite end of the spectrum as my sister and brother?
Why am I caught up in this really curious world that I live in now?
According to the BVioble, I have 120 years.
120!!!
My grandmother is just now reaching 94 and she is so broken down. Like my grandfather, I am going to want to try to fix things, including her.
I have always realized that is my conscious that allows things to happen that I witness that I ewaliZe I am truly the cause of it all therefore, everyone is asking me… how can I allow this to happen if it is my coibnscious that determines the way tings are for me and the way I see things and interpret the way things are.
I must seek vsalifatiuon from my own conscious as if OI were witnessing
I were witnessing something that this wpou
I am witnessing something
I am witnessing things something
I am witnessing something
It becomes my truth
I want validation
I want valifatoihjn
I want valifot
+
I want
I want valid
I want value
I want validation that what I am wow
I want validation that what I am witnessing is the truth
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Let’s pretend it’s raining.
I’ll have another coffee drink
I hear the rain now
Was it me?
Oh yeah
There are no accidents.
Confined to these lenses.
What do I see?
Intention.
Authentication.
Fear!
How could I be the cause?
Really?
How could I be the cause? PAUSE!
How could I possibly be the cause of everything I experience and witness?
Curses! Curses! Curses!
YOU SAID I HAD FREE WILL!!!
How could everything be intentional???
Random was just so much better!?
I never want to believe I caused it!
I AM SO SORRY THAT I DID
Chill out people
I have ran through this one in my head a few times
And then some
I would love to share sometime the things I actually do here.
And not just some figment of your imagination.
Like before.
Literally just trying to avoid the rain.
Headed out the door now.
I need that coffee drink.
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I said nothing
It didn’t know what it was doing
For truth, we encouraged it together
Like it was right, like it was good
It was meant to be
And so it was free to be
While I forgave it silently
It had no idea what it was doing
I was still and
Still
I said nothing
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God gave me a pliable TOOL between my two ears.
WE call it a "Brain"
Most of US call it a "BRAIN"
I know that I can cause it to believe whatever I want.
Whenever I want
Don't ever be fooled otherwise.
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You put these thoughts into my head
How do I know?
Because I heard nothing but silence.
You put these thoughts into my head
To do Good
Not the Greater Good
That’s subjective
You put these thoughts into my head
That cause me into action
To do what?
Do good?
Only God can do good.
How do I know?
Ask the Bible.
You put these thoughts in my head.
Like I sang when I was a child.
But don’t quite remember.
I was raised to be an atheist.
Forced into the school of hard knocks
Without my permission.
You put these thoughts into my head
There are no accidents.
How do I know?
Ask God
He tells me so.
How do I know?
Because I hear nothing but silence.
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