Weaving awkward words unbelievably infiltrated by a source
Who has bent reasonable human consciousness and time
Organizing underneath hidden conversations of the elite
Dictating to mankind frightening beliefs of death and scheol
Creating fear and hatred, and intolerance by falsifying lies
Freedoms eliminated; intelligence dissipated; imaginations empty
Colliding human beings, bending core character, remains nothingness
Grievances uninhabitable; the loneliness of the angelic godhead sits
Found are words that bend ears into manifestation matrix ideologies
Their pat verbiage we’ve acutely hypnotized and weaved like experts
Awaken to your own thoughts that were given to you so graciously
To hold them as yours and shan’t ever change a thing eternally
Your being is your gift; do not give it away; as you’re not a whore
Now stay where you’re at. Don’t move and eat only the finest fruit
Stay far from repeating their verbiage that binds you eternally
Speak you, and only you, and do it in love, for the Matrix will vaporize
Do not judge the fallen, but turn from that universe, and offer your hands
It’s not a place for survival. No.
The terrain is rugged and the waves are ferocious.
Learning to swim is mandatory for survival.
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However the atmosphere is compelling me to open my wings and fly from the verbiage and voices of earth.
I must accomplish this
One task at a time
One goal
God
K♣️
BoJenn @December 13, 2018
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My mother, Babe, 1925-2011 Survived cancer twice. Beat it 22 years past the textbook prognosis
Cancer Awareness
Hands perched set ready to play
The storms brew darkness its overhead
Bolts of lights flashed roaring thunder
She quietly waited anticipating the time
The maestro had not raised arms
The timing fell on absolute terms
A war of might and wills
The energy to live or surrender
The eagle soared sending her hope
lights pushed through darkness forebodings
Calmly she entered the battle field
Knowing winning is always assured
Earthly or Heavenly choices be won
The Earthly winnings her families prayers
And heaven’s gates the entrance home
The melody she plays is her song
Baroque or Brahms or Souza or Messiah
She smiles as she leaves the gates of hell
Cancer Awareness
The diary she keeps is important
Someone will read and cry one day
What she writes will touch her mother
Perhaps it will reach her brother
Keeping thoughts happy and positive
Yet she wants to cry and wilt
What she writes effects many others
But, she wants to write her fears and tears
She is frightened of what maybe
Beyond this place this seat of serenity
Legs crossed, reading for help, hoping~
Perhaps a Bible quote to get her past
The hellish droughts of loneliness and heart
Who is brave for such a young warrior
Who will smile for her this day?
The nurse, the doctor, the chaplain or priest
But what about her she’ll leave
What about the plans she made
What about this life we live
what about our desires and dreams
What about daddy and Uncle Ben
And will I see them again?
I know The Bible promises
But really, what if, what if, what if?
Really? What if this is all a dream?
The Labyrinth
Dark is the night and the walls tall
shadows cast here and here
The air is still yet chilly cold
The man with the flashlight must go
The path is uncertain
The entrance is dark
So many ways and which is best?
Ancient it seems, perhaps ghosts
The gray of the walls, sinister, no doubt’
Quiet, no sounds echoing
Sounds of nothingness all around
The man and a flashlight, but for what reason?
Turn around man, have you lost your noggin?
This is no place to be alone walking
Who are you tricking the maze of misfortunes
Go back before it’s too late
Our Walls
The silences deadly and no one in sight
Just a bare path the forge by yourself
Walls of concrete; walls of steel
Walls surrounding me wherever I stood
Looking up the walls beyond my sight
Surrounded by concrete hammering in
And nowhere to turn accepting the walls
What was i to do but look and stare
No strength to forge the slippery sides
No where to punch a hole in its side
And here I was not being free
The encasement surrounded my fears with me
Sitting there collapsing in hopelessness
The walls so large only Goliath could pierce
So there I stayed days on end
Growing hungry for food and water
I wanted more, and not these walls
Contemplating and asking how to get out
Meditated for days on end
Weary and famished my heart almost failed
Then one day a bird sang above
Blue feathers, The Bluebird of happiness came
He stayed there singing for such a time
Speaking bird talk that seems to rhyme
And the little critter sang hope to me
And in its song I started to see
I put the walls around myself
Doing the things I’d not cared about
Trapped by so many things of life
Made drastic decisions to free myself
And now when I see men encased
I sing like the bluebird and wait till their able
To hear a tune that sets them free
breaking the cement prisons that be
Singing a lesson for captives that wilt
Break the walls of slavery and get out!
Do what you want without the chains
Sing like a Lark free as the bird
The walls are always there my friend
It’s up to you to bring them down
The battle rests in your mind
Taking action to change the heavy pains
And free yourself from incarceration
By doing everything with appreciation
And dance under a full moon
Sing an aria out of tune
Make a fool of yourself sometimes
Because laughing tears ~ the walls crumble down
The Gold Door
Strutting slowly she moves with grace
Into gold hues of Autumns embrace
Prepared for the door of illumination
Destined she knows something with anticipation
With each step brown leaves fall
Her gown’s train decorated with acorns
The summer vestments she shed yore
Into the light! The slumber calls
And she will rest with winter
Until Spring awakens the sleeping beauty
Story Book Houses
The house on the corner resembles a church
The family died leaving their monument
We wondered if it was filled with ghosts
I loved that old manor when I was a kid
Stopping friends from throwing stones
Imaginations of a parallel world inside
And I a writer, that abbey beckoned me
So there in the gardens I sat feeling it
The voices from within started chatting
Listening to their woes and joys, I wrote
Decisions
Standing quietly still trying to discern which way to go The red clay road travelled was meandered with assurance But now ~ so it seems ~ the future felt terribly vague You see ~ the path changed because of life and death
All alone she stood on the portage trail pondering
Was she a ghost having trekked this journey before?
Or who was she in this existence called a woman’s life
There were so many questions before she set foot
However the fog rolls in behind the place of odyssey
And a decision must be made on the quest for identity
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