Easily provoked…
When in meditation.
Or whatever that is called,
After someone is seen nodding to a sleep…
From boredom.
Both of us are too ‘stage’ ready.
Drama bent…
And prepared to chew up the scenery.
At a moment’s notice.
However…
What is there to prove…
When the set has changed.
And so has the crew!
And the seats of the audience have been removed…
Without a single question asked.
To leave the ones rehashing the past…
Astonished they no longer mesmerize!
Let’s make sure,We both have the same updates!I’ll read them and you check yours off:1) What we have.2) How much did it cost.3) What year was it obtained,And current value.4) Who we know.5) What they have.6) How much did it cost them.7) What year did they obtain whatever it is…And its current value.8) Who they…
Are the ones most retainableAnd heightens eyebrows arched.Those are diced with spice and scandalous.Plausibilities whispered over crumpets and tea.Poured over rumors…With frosted spearmint tips.As these knitters giggle,In convalescent circles.After lurking from separate rooms,In wheelchairs waiting…For a push and conversation,To begin again sensations!
To believe to keep it there is positive.Your mind is stuck in a time zone.These days are not going back.If fact your beliefs are way off track.Your mind is stuck in a time zone.And it’s unfortunate…Your stubbornness wont allow you to see it.Although you are stuck…You are not alone.And many like you,Will just sit.Not admitting…
Its affects are disturbing…As it processes an effectiveness.Traumatized will be those,Holding onto scattering beliefs.A race to deny its presence among us…Will greet those with defeat.Since its dominance is complete!We have embarked upon the horizonOf higher consciousness.Nothing will be left as a treasure to collect.Nothing that has been set in stone…Will the dawning of this consciousness,Allow…
And in his throat he feels a lump.He wishes to play the hero…From Nordic days envisioned.With a tall stature he stretches to flex…Long of head.Light skin and hair,With blue eyes…All perfected to precision.Grasping a mirror,And at his reflection he stares.He becomes captivated!But his contacts fall out.Flying upward into the air.His toupee sweeps from his hold.He…
Any sacrifices to keep it hidden,Can no longer keep it mistakened!It is real…And so are the feelings connected.There is no excuse to keep it denied!Wherever you are when it appears…You will welcome it!And it will unleash a shared happiness!This is love!Not a convenience!
