Robbing truth

A word contradicted by actions is truths great thief.

Many will speak

Few will see

None shall hear

the creation of false realities.

Many will hand you words laced with addictions

luring you in,

you follow

blinded by words dripping of emotions,

still you sit amongst actions barring witness to empty ramblings.

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Thoughts from a journal

Personal thoughts from my writings..

I’ve seen so many memes,

quotes and status that say, “life is to short to hold onto bitterness, grudges, hurts and angers.”

True but these are real created emotions and ignoring them will serve no purpose, ignored emotions will only cause them to resurface later.

Let’s take another look at this meme.

Life is not only to short to serve such emotions.

Life is not only to short to ignore these emotions,

life is to short to create these emotions in someone else’s life.

Life is to short for someone to serve emotions, such as self pleasure that creates

in someone’s life,

reactions that are nothing more then how someone was made to feel.

As a humanity we need to learn how to better care for one another, treat one another, creating a different reflection/reaction of self.

Ex – if I create anger in someone’s life, that anger is nothing more then a reflection of how I treated or cared for someone. That anger is a reflection of me not of themselves.

As a humanity we can do better, we can create better.

We may not all agree but we can all find a middle ground to work from.

-Namaste my friends 💜

And then you wake up

You will awaken to the truth of words and the world be different.

The smallest of words that carry the biggest meaning will be empty, neglected and starved, what’s real has been given over to the flesh.

Your breath will be lost because you see it was never really about you,

replaced,

disconnected

you close your eyes so you no longer see.

The words will return to bargain,

phrases that never sleep

to lure you back into its own brokenness.

**image taken from the video, until it sleeps.”

Who does government work for?

“Every politician should have to live on the same streets their polices loom over.”

Those running for office will say,

“Who does government work for?!”

The answer has proven itself over the years, government works best for the politicians.

Politicians exempt themselves from

stagnant wages,

mandated healthcare

rationed meals

rationed medications

walking to work because the car broke down and there’s not enough to fix it despite the fact that someone works 2-3 jobs,

exempt from the true effects of a corrupt economic system whether that be capitalism or socialism,

despite the fact that someone works 2-3 jobs and still needs to go to the food pantry, a political figure running for the presidential office will never be so affected by stagnant wages that they need to stand in line at a food pantry,

exempt from hunger,

using a stove to heat a small area in the kitchen

boil water on a stove to bathe because stagnant wages have made it impossible to keep up with rising costs.

So who does government work for? The government itself.

Picture: Bridgeport CT-local paper

What I’ve learned at the yield sign

The yield sign holds more knowledge than a thousand books.

Has hard as loving someone can be, it’s easier to stay.

Love is an opiate to some, nothing more than a addiction. Some will say they love you without ever loving you, it’s all about your response feeding their emotional need.

If someone says they miss you and yet can’t find the time for you, believe they don’t miss you enough.

Waiting until your ready(in some cases), may be to late.

Every moment leaves an impression, creates in us something new or rebirths something old.

For every wrinkle diminished a new one shows.

People believe without gods or goddess they will be truly free,

every war is because of a god and will cease if god is eradicated,

but who told you that? The same assemblies that created the wars, the hatreds, the poverties, the injustices, and has turned people into commodities?

Caged birds sing as the uncaged bird does.

The person who robs the corner store is less of a threat than the political thief, a well dressed criminal by whom we are taught is the lesser evil and yet is the greatest criminal of all. Not all thieves carry weapons, some hold pens.

What you have been told is nothing compared to what you will learn.

Some poetry is written by dead men/woman and yet holds more life than the living poets word.

I have found more life in the dying than in the living.

There’s always a part of the story you don’t know.

The wise remain silent..until..

Forgiveness is never about the other person. Forgiveness is about you, freeing yourself from anger, from bitterness and darkness. Bitterness, anger and vengeance create according to their own seed and show themselves through illnesses(of both body and soul).

No one is worth that.

When someone hurts you, if not dealt with that pain stays and will only recreate itself in someone else’s life, hurting that one person you may truly care about. You can’t meme an emotion away,

you can’t sleep it away

you can’t distract it away

you will become that hurt.

Dealing with it is the only way through.

Accountability is lost.

People leave.

Life goes on.

Balanced on strings

“There will come and day when politicians, and corporations will own the body, soul and minds of men/women. We will welcome these new profiteers in the name of humanism.”

The sky had closed her doors,

the sun fell

the coldness of the ground remained.

The wings of an angel had turned to stone,

trapped

mercy hid her face,

the ledge held a constant beckoning sorrow

but

none could hear,

all had escaped through the backdoor

the foot planted on stones of hypocrisy.

Consumed by lust

drowning in knowledge,

at the turning of a page

men/women burned in hatred one toward another

holding a self proclaimed banner of righteousness

but,

the judge has lowered the hammer,

the beggar has turned over the plate,

the storm has hidden the thunder,

the sea refuses calm turning only in constant rage,

perched

the raven dried up her wing,

laid bare among bones

refusing to bargain any longer.

All have sold their

bodies,

souls,

minds

and have been left to the profiteers.