Colliding Unlike
looking And It's Gone, Yeah I am woke but it's a nightmare in
the daylight, To many coming for
my mind vibe an energy. I feel
that I'm running with no purpose,when face with a smack
for my magic. that got me all
out of whack, So anger is in this
cause yet this is what I own, after
being kepted and wronged from
my true self. I am to be pages of
steamy weight, that people hear
when crime turns a page that should have been left alone.
Or when they flipped there money's against my right to go
after my own liveyhood. And down me as a person who just
trying to draw her own way of how this life for her should be,
And lots of green, high yes large
bills should be lining my pocketbook right about now. But what I
call tortured even goes pass that to, moments of living but not believing the advervse trails which people have tried to take me on a joy ride through, No I don't want that kind of ride
where my face is gripped in terror as I am still trying to get my head above water. In many ways it is to be. but I am stopped
by coldness an unawares of my
state of experience an expression.
I never sleep to the sounds of my
own voice. At night I try to sleep but unnatural evil crosses the path of unopened doors. It comes up off the streets. It's invited what? Not by me I am
like normal people asleep in thee
night. But these horrors walk in and out of a place yell, testing
oh make it stop. So my eyes open
as I hear the sounds and I question where it's coming from in here with your trash Haters. And not the garbage in over flowing cans. but people thinking it's just so fun to bring hurt to a person who has already gone through a life time of hurt but I carry my age well. And then evil wants me to not age gracefully. Oh it's a mindless whisper of hate that my friend.Never goes out and then only shows itself as something else to throw you off its tracks. Oh isn't He just the sweetest old man. No covers are meant to look like a film with a happy ending, but at night it's tigers rage with unhappyness trying to get everybody else hurt just because there spice has gone bad.
moving about It's a cover I tell you, these
are low riders of the night who don't want chicken macnuggets
who do want to have pants off running naked in a build saying drugged up words of war. Thensmoke appears but no coat in winter
or clothing on just boxers and a tee shirt. with the wheelchair hanging off the edge of the curb.
At all hours of the night just waiting to get involved in what
should not be involving them. But evil got in threw them and
it turned there style of being the
wise people I know they were born to be. I Think can I change
years of secret anger away in another direction, No I can't. I am a flower on A tree with thorns. Ouch I am pricked by the anger of the joys which they get out of pain.Oh this is the last days maybe not sure but why people carrying on as such? Who knows what, or why but they need to bring the cutting of people an wonderfuls not down. Into shame. For what we do
a happyness or a smile which enjoys the flowers an fresh fruit of life. And for me that answer is still up in the air for me. Not every day is a smile on my face.
But the shine of the sun if it's out rises my lips. And it comes out to whatever maybe going on in that mind of yours. So keep your state of mind shiny an sharp to fight the other kinds of drama's coming your way. Bounce that stuff right out of the air. Cover it over with positive response. To feed the sadness with faith so that it pops right out of that which it trued to convert to a darkness. But even in daylight don't let darkness rule on with no
end. No stop that pain before it starts.