Would be better accepted,
If they prepared me a sandwich.
And quickly left.
The teaching of demons,
And their affects…
Are not on my ears,
When they are not near!
To remind me how effective…
The lessons they leave,
On those remaining in fear to breathe.
I am not living for a deliverance,
Not of that kind.
To leave my mind entrapped,
And conditioned!
By anyone claiming,
To be a missionary in my behave!
And God already knows this.
How successful can a creation get?If those responsible for its origin…Have been treated with neglect.Although they are mentioned,With intentional disrespect.To achieve for the thieves…A purpose only mediocrity knows.Others receive and accept,As a brilliant reflection of one’s best!And marketed with incredible deception.
Get naked and touch.Foreplay leads to gratifying sex.I love it!‘Me too.And ‘maybe’…That night will come,When you will stop bringing the mirror to bed!You are ‘not’ that good looking.’
‘We’re trying new methods of discipline.My doctor told me this morning,I should try yoga to calm my nerves.’That’s great.So you taught the children?Is that where they are?Doing yoga?‘Oh no!I found an easier way to find peace within.For a half hour each day…And for total relaxation,I tie the kids up and tape their mouths! ‘You shouldn’t…
And finding the Universe more than a placeConfining us to taste limitations?There is so much for us to perceive.So much to adventure and much more to receive!On a threaded existence that’s how we survive.Just one snap of that thread and time for us is denied.This living ‘thing’ we call cosmic space…Has much more to offer…
And called negative for refusing to wear,Their mass issued rose colored glasses?It seems not long ago,Those of ‘conservative’ standards…Were calling those who protested against injustices,Radicals and militant.Nonconformists and leftist ‘liberals’!These same people…With their high brow standards and diminished values,Organize themselves to dump perfectly good tea…In waters they have polluted from a way of life,That has…
The frame it has covered,Like traditions sacred.And held deep with sentiments.The comfort of it delights,The appetite for some.Who believe the doing of this…Produces gold with a deceiving tongue.And leaves a satisfaction,As good as the sniffing of grandma’s biscuits.It’s gets in one’s system…With no getting rid of it.It is as normal as the licking,Done by anticipating…
