Opened to the flow,

Tieing folks up in knots.But has to be blocked and stopped!Fall out!Arise from your kingdom wishes.Awaken from your slumberdom.And ‘zippy dee doo dahs’You have found delicious.Blazing ‘bling’ you sought to buy,Has glazed your eyes to hypnotize you asleep.You allowed those creepers upon your peace.To leave you thoughtless…Insecure and weak.Unphased you remain in a daze too…

Of hate…Are themselves victimized,By applying their own self hatred.I,Myself…Can become quite annoyed,When I hear someone call for ‘unity’!As divisive as my statement can be.And maybe it is the definition,That bothers me.Especially when I hear someone,Speak derogatively…About someone who does proactive deeds.In their own community.And is criticized…By either family, friends or close associates,For those positive activities.And…

Reel yourself in…Bait life and start your healing.Toss misfortunes,Take deep breaths and breathe!Whatever you have…Be glad and count your fortunes!Know you are blessed.And your tests are distortions!Only you can be your own best enemy.Chase away those clouds,That feed you grief.Dissolve your blocks.Stop and dropp all complaining!Get the upper hand.Command the ‘ship’ your sailing!You are in…

And you mocked,Those who were not!You thought it a breeze,To do just what you pleased.And you shopped…‘Til you dropped.You stole what you had,And you thought it would never stop.When you thought your life was threatened…You would call the cops.Now that things have turned around…A mess is all you’ve got,To show.And you know…Your back’s broke.A gestapo…

From times now that do not exist.Is something people do!Why do you choose that to be you?Schoolyard games and childish antics…Have many still inviting,These conflicts in their minds…To persist and rewind.Hoping to find themselves validated…By anyone who has replaced,A forward movement…With a backward pace.Just to appease a waste to accomodate.Regardless of the foolishness this creates.And…

Without a stop.I’m in a struggle to love.Don’t know why I’ve gotten like that.I’d rather sit feeling trapped,Than to be dropped…Tapped and drained of it again.I’m in a struggle to love.And sometimes I want it back!But the last time I gave in…In my face I was slapped.It’s raining on the inside of my heart.Too long…