This is what they are

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.

My birth-Feet

I thought I was looking for answers to my life

In actuality, I suppose I am not

These Intuitions again

Just ringing in my ears

Tellin I to find that fatherly figure dear

He chose not to be there

Or perhaps he did

My motherly does not know all anymore

So how the hell should I know

What happened that famous day

The day It was manipulated to be birth

How do we Rebuild Guyana

So, let’s talk about railroads in Guyana…
A sawmill business bought by the British to set up in 1894 a well-functioning transportation system.
The railroad provided access through Guyana’s primeval forest to the upper Essequibo’s Goldfield.
Being that Guyana was the only country that provided and exported a prized hardwood at the time, this functioning railroad was a prized possession

The railroad tracks ran south along the Demera River until it reached that area near the current Mackenzie bridge.
Near 1900, here comes a spanking new railroad linking the two rivers. We all know that Guyana is a land surrounded by many waters though…In fact, its country is below sea level which is preoccupying with somebody. The railroads created businesses and were used to move people and pieces of equipment around from one point to the other.

It brought hope for a brighter future. All sorts of jobs were created for the future of the people. Life improved for many.
Sadly, for the last 40 years, Guyana has regressed into a total disaster causing the country to fail its people over and over again.

In spite of it all, Guyana has moved into a different era. Natural Resources are back into the flow.
The minds of the ancestors are connected to make futuristic decision to uphold.
Railroad opportunists, take advantage of this break…Let the Oil flow
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Phoebe's Mission Project

PHOEBE’S JOURNEY WILL TAKE YOU ON A LONG EXHAUSTING JOURNEY TO SOUTH AMERICA WHERE SHE WILL BE WORKING ON RE-BUILDING HER GRAND-MOTHER’S MANSION. ☺️ PHOEBE IS SEEKING FINANCIAL HELP IN ORDER TO COMPLETE THIS PROJECT OF WHICH SHE HOLDS DEEP IN HER HEART.

This standing home is about 50 years old

This Mission Project has been established in order to raise funds to establish a future foundation for my grandmother in this little village of New Amsterdam, Berbice in South America

Immediate action is required first in order to rebuild my grandmother’s home according to the American Standards.

Quite a modest home of over 50 years old. For me, it has lots of souvenirs and its potentials are endless, thus by remodeling this home, it would create a vibrant community in this town called New Amsterdam.

After the death of my beloved grandmother, the home was passed over to my Uncle Neville. There he lived until he was forcefully force out after being attacked by bandits.

He was attacked brutally after one of the bandits placed a gun to his head and demanded all of his money and his pension. He was so scared he flee the home. Imagine this, he is 80 plus years old.

We often ask, how much more can one human take. My uncle has experienced some very dark days prior to these events. He lost his wife, and his two daughters and was accused of deceit. He stands strong. Now that I am grown and have experienced my own tragedy I can solemnly assist this uncle into living humanely gracefully with the help of your contribution.

THE WORLD NEEDS NICER PEOPLE LIKE YOU TO MAKE IT A BETTER PLACE.

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That evil need to go…No need to linger in our homes anymore

Problems I consider you in the house no more…Just la Joie de vies.

It’s so good to see the dishes are washed and the doors are securely bolted

It’s time for the Nobles to reign as it is called to be

Nine to five is what I don’t do… An appointment is what is needed to be able to talk to me

Higher being is who I speak to

Not for knowledge, but to get insulted

So five minutes is what you will get off of me just because you force yourself on me

I have done enough washing in my lifetime

My heartbeats have assured

I have faced that fire forevermore