Category: Death

Tick Tock

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Very little time left. Hit that dreadful mark of less than six months. Pulling from every place inside me to put this incomprehensible scorching firing flame that ignites my agonizing daily pains. Time is getting shorter. So, are my patience. Find myself sitting in the house waiting… For what you might wonder.. Everyday I to ponder.. Go back to bed. Cover my head.. In less than six months from now my soul will be dead. Trying to find any reason to accept this truth. Publicly my head holds high. Inside another story.. Tormenting and infecting. An untold story some shall remain. Quarantined fully contained. When your time is running short what would you choose to do? While restricted. Feels as though everyone’s monitoring you. Waking up is difficult. Falling asleep near impossible. Realign the focus of my mind on the possible. My heart breaks for our chosen fate. A rebirth, incarnate shall soon take place… I’m so afraid. I must be brave. Embrace this time that’s left. Reminding myself this is another one of Gods tests..

Lesson: Only the strong survive.

Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda…

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Aka: yada yada yada
5 ½ million gallons of oil gushing into the gulf everyday. (Our gulf) if you needed a reminder… We have already seen how important this area is too many Americans with the pure devastation of Katrina. So recap. OIL SPILL 1000+ gallons every single minute. Just like every 5 seconds, someone in the world starves to death. Not every 5 minutes. Every 5 seconds. Hello world! Is anyone listening??? This is all happening right here in “our” world. Truly, “Your” world. When will you take a stand? When will you step up and make your contribution? When will you pay your debt to society? Will you? Or do plan to die in vain?

It is a question. You should be asking yourself. And Yes. You do have a debt to pay. We all do. It is time to pay for your ignorance.

It is difficult in taking this government serious. They do not even deserve a capital G. Sorry. The thing is there NOT God. They like to think they are. They love to play God. Only you. ONLY YOU. Can come to the realization that they indeed are not God. Will never be and you should have nothing to worry about. Really.

I know tough. We are all afraid of the irs, board of equalizations… However, at the end of the day they sit and shit just like you. Stop being so scary. You are afraid of the wrong entity. (NO CAPS – They do not get that respect) I will capitalize the name of a celebrity with dignity (BONO) (OPRAH) before you will see me address someone with a paper certificate with no morality, no integrity, no accountability of the suffering they inflict on other individuals and they go home and believe they are safe, untouchable, workers of God. Not my God. NOT MY GOD.

Hold Card

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Now that I have your attention. Where am I taking you?

Life in the fast lane. Oh how fast life has been. So many people. So many feelings. So little time. So much grief, frustration loss of patience. Never truly opened up. Anxiety over tapped telephone lines, constantly gauging danger signs. Unending un-understanding turns to painful cries. A day in my life most will not be able to comprehend the madness that rushes from my heart computing to my brain the numbing pain of understanding the insanity of this life game.  Lets talk, communicate, breathe speaking freely, truthfully and openly about love, (always love) food, life choices, being lost & being found, the rollercoaster ups & downs, sleeplessness, the government, GOD, DNA, hunger, astrology, books, animals, music, art, films, fonts, raves, rants, jeans, cars, the value of a laugh. You get the point. We can talk about what ever you want. You can ask me just about anything.. Really. My life experiences have taken me places you would never believe. That’s why I’m going to give you the pleasure of painting you a portrait with whispers of words and tantalizing tidbits of richly intense never sugar-coated memoirs of how you continue to grow and shine and blossom into a resilient armor that’s always been there i just never slowed down and trusted myself to see what was so vividly shielding me/my life.

Welcome to the art of love. There are rules of engagement that are serious as a human life. Listen. Ask questions. Know your position. Take direction. Stay in your lane. A lost art. With each new chapter you too can master your mind.

Step One: Mind=Kind. Kindness should be second nature. Being kind does not remove your edge. It is your edge. ♦