Do I even hate the voice inside of me, perhaps I do…It seems as though they are in love with a person that hates the dickens out of you. I call them Zeus. They are closer than we think. Right there in our faces. Peeping, jumping and showing off to humanly bodies and to the world…
All-day a man I call Zeus follows me, telling me I have no way to go besides you. Really, well I have decided from day two, you are not welcome on me anymore. Stop dreaming about me and stop thinking of touching my naked body.
Always a shame to expose my self knowing that this thing is not adhering to human beings’ rules. One man ticking and the other man humping imaging what to do with the sexual rules.
Enough that my uncle was accused of provocation and the victim roams around with the bundle
Zeus, it is, accusing everybody.
Someone tries to contact, my head freezes. Enough of this imaginary Zeus using that lighting finger to squeeze the zest from my skull. My pains are hard, I have to bear it.
Complains or complaints not, it confuses the thoughts.
I cannot help anybody as jealous rage lingers within. Pain blocks me as if my sinuses function at one. My relief comes from no drugs.
This is a hard one indeed, it hesitates to control me anymore. I am programmed with a silver spoon in my mouth. Happy I am to make it though.
I do not care about religiosity, they know it. Speaking to me was a sacred default. Messing up a friendship of all the loved one’s belief. The aftermath cannot be cleaned up.
As my mindfulness challenges continues, it is to focus on the hear & now. As this song goes, I don’t wanna think about tomorrow, I don’t need anything that money can buy…I don’t have to beg steel or burrow. I just want to live until I die… It’s time to stop the scattered thoughts all over the placeand focus on my one mistake.
Sometimes I thing about nasty stuff, sometimes I think about peoples stuff…What am I to do business with this…We all need to just live until we die and take advantage of our family living rights .
Am I the robotic type, yes or no, I certainly don’t know On occasions it can certainly feel so though. Spooky beings appearaeth and perhaps minipulateth our journey until our planets just don’t know what to do. They looketh alright, in a Hippity Hoppity way
A new day has started Hopefully it’s not like yesterday Torturing us over and over again It’s raining though, new worries are on its way But thankfully, good memories has started today Wicked witches you haven’t been wishing for that Overcomers are what we are for promoting what we’ve got
This great land we live in we have so much to learn It’s fill with much opportunity We just don’t know what to do with us self But at what cost we said Other lands have much to teach us Pretending must have cost us much Find a balance in this great land of ours Eating and drinking is so important shit is what we eat Trust me I pay a great price What the hell are we doing with it Don’t ask me how I know this I’ve travelled too many places Those people have a nack of enjoying ourselves But they stealest the best from this land And uses it with their natural tendencies And that’s what makes them grander in a minute Look at our faces it lacks an essential ingredient that will make us truly better beings It makes us mad though To see what a lousy job we have done That’s it, botanical garden is what we need