Pity Party
I don’t want to develop the sickness
Called mental illness
Invades my mind like a parasite
Bury its self
In the depths of my inside
Make its home my mind
Then invites all its friends
One at a time they bring
Gifts like confused thinking
Along for the ride is hallucination
My next door neighbour is misery
She is nosey
And boy she loves company
Alwa...
Thursday 13th January 2022 1:48 pm
Beware
Stop the blocks to you listening
Stay awake
Start consciously living
I know it gets disturbing
The types of messages
We are receiving
Many are called
Only a few are chosen
Breathing you do
Without even thinking
Fill your mind with true knowledge
It’s not all abstract gathering
Take what you need
Discard the rest
Take the sense
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Thursday 13th January 2022 1:47 pm
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