Blood means nothing as well. Doesn’t prove anything just by being related. But actions and choices are powerful voices and those who use them harmfully or spitefully have done made bad choices and now karma haunts their souls life lights with voices calling out the big double barrel snake loaded rounds of a silenced turbo powered flame throwing revolver with a spear and extra extension for those really fucked up minds begging for the extra attentions. Go ahead. Take that. Take everything. At the end of the day i know i can swallow my pride knowing none of my tears have leaked down my sun kissed cheek without a proper reason hidden beneath.
I remind those that to love and be loved in return, is like feeling the warmth of the sun of both sides. So as we further pursue out dreams or desires, be genuine. Know you can ask for help from anyone because if you need it, the right ones will be there to get you through it. Our colors show brightest when our spirits feel the divide in time. Spinning out of control we hope our planet doesn’t go.
But for now, remember, medicine is an easy pinch and drugs can be a swallow, but follow rather than lead and you will never reach your own designed or desired destination. We all have a fate and a purpose.
Now though, we lost faith. Hope. Curiosity.
We live in suspense and are suspicious when things don’t make sense.
Much of this comes from generations of ignorant and neglect eras of flawed minds and actions that led to negative auras and the energy’s that haunt this earth will never sleep until we realize, and not only that, but accept and reaffirm in the fact that positivity is the best medicine.
Sharing is caring.
Kindness spreads smiles per mile like the tail of a frisky kitty stalking that early bird while it’s swooping down and snatching that witless worm from the ground.
An apple a day keeps the dr away the saying remembered, stuck as a phrase in my head. But this comes to me now as much more slurrical and not so lyrical any more.
But physically, yes, sticks and stones may break our bones. And bombs leave lives in death tomb stones will no tears to shed as the flash drops before our fearing gazed eyes.
But words aimed with hate and spite are worse than a fake friend when they completely show the truth within for their desires as they revile their hearts powerful thoughts that often can wind our reel and get us stuck like that worm in the birds mouth being carried way to high for comfort. Or like the work being stabbed by an unexpected and painful hook that is intended for bigger and better purposes we hope from the pain. Understand this though, yes. There are plenty of fish in the sea. If we destroy all the nature and we fill it with destruction rather than reconstruction. That fate we leave for this planet may follow our tolls through space. So remember. Give a larbage. Throw out your garbage. Spead the word. The bird is the word.
Silence is golden and duct tape is silver and in the end of the day we’re all in this together.
When fates do wind stuttering down to the end, eventually, everything will be nothing. What once was, won’t be anymore. We don’t have forever. And who’s to say we can’t change or accomplish anything is only the moon and the sun and the water and air.
All opposites attract for remember, nothing works without a counterpart to keep everything fluid. For every action, there is a reaction.
I need to end this rant now for too much spills from my head if i can’t put my mind to ease at night. Sure would be nice. If we could for once sleep knowing everyone on earth was cared for, fed, housed, and just all around had no more needs that they could not fulfill.
Currency will be our greatest downfall. Either that or our whole trend we stuck with our electronics glued to our faces. How do you think Edison would feel if he were watching over some of us? Einstein be impressed or slamming his bothered boiled brain in the dresser draw over and over again?
anyways,
The only point to life is spelled and explained within the word. But easier to hear i make it clear. LIVE! Don’t ever accept life in misery. There’s no redo’s and no second chances. Nobody can die with dignity. Death catches us all eventually. Only purpose we were to fullfill is for ourselves to be able to say after our time that the flashback to the days of our lives as we’re expecting our death bed. We want to be able to affirmably say that our story, our tale, our memories inside. They need to be worth it or our souls won’t Rest In Peace until spoken properly from the space we froze them in.
Cherish the little things more. Man made items are all replaceable. Blood sweat and tears and strength in our youthful years. Those are all truly important and as well irreplaceable and therefore, priceless.
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