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.

Phoebe’s New Radio Podcast

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Phoebe’s Journey to France, A true Story…These are my thoughts, today.

Not dangerous, but the methods of tantalization are endless.

Not sure to be able to fight for many causes anymore.

How can we work things out saintly without any strings attached to methods?

A sentient being indeed Phoebe. Even a spiritual teacher is not ready to rescue me.

Now that I have pouted a lot, I will move on to a healthier spot.

I will not forget as mistrust, promises as such were made that were never to be fulfilled.

My life

I was dying when I met you
Now I am crying to forget you
Just look at what you have done to me
Threating me with blindness
Day after day

Now you are coming after my friends like a missile, oh oh

When you stepped into my mind
I was getting used to being someone you loved
You spoke loud and clear
As to leave the ones you so loved
I will send them a text in later years

My immune system you shook to the core
Until I have to tremble within
Never thought I would live to see that day
When these rashes would come out on many faces