When you go to bed at night just before you turn off the light did the sadness ring your alarm, oh mistrustful anxious harm. The mind is deviously obedient, conspicuously those ingredient now conjuring monsters at will, then watching the conflict spill.
With a harden heart before the hostile splash, your relationship timber being render to ash, the debris of harmony’s head on crash. The gloom after the glib turns grouchy, now disdain when dishonesty turns sloppy, I don’t understand why so many continue to copy.
Am I being problematic, being discreet will you become distracted when the fuss provokes the fight, the volatility turns love into blight. Now the sweet turn sour, because those tears begin to over power laying sleepless in the midnight hour, love was not allowed to follower.
2021 starts where 2020 tried to boast, we have the Covid-19 vaccine but I wont raise a toast, 60 rich people in Houston just jumped the line, all live in the same luxury apartments and now all are just find.
The health officials said they were not on the list but living in a 3.5 million per condo unit takes more then a kiss, But Texas Gov was worried shots could be just sitting on a hospital shelve but not any more need I say more.
Yahoo thought we all should read about it just one more time, how some female celebrity took off cloths or some nonsense of that kind. after stating how Prince Harry and Meghan Markle had just started another Royal fight, I bid you ado while saying good night
Now that I’m all caught up on who dissed who, I think I’ll go back to bed until this year is through.
In each life the triumphs will consul the tragedies when the light of birth over shadows death’s reality. In each person you touch, a give and take is a must, if in wrong and right we trust, are your result a bust.
Life is hard to define when living in these changing times life is now cheap police! make another homeless sweep. Pick your side this war wont end because somebody died control, power that’s at steak, humanity is just in its wake
Workers and the have not’s are pawns in the rich power play They label you, then the divide and subtract, you see the impact. We the people make it all work, money! is why they play in the dirt their news tell you what they want you to hear, not above using fear.
With progress ahead some will back step to protect, at what regret they count on that as much, step out of line you’ll get got every time. They will take every dime, corruption executes their need to prosecute they’ve talked about a great reset, who in the hell knows what to expect.
Know that your interest is not at heart, the joint is already falling apart is it to late, we were not damned by fate! our silence let them dictate. “Justice is not given it’s extracted so if thy tongue is silenced you will live on your knees, until the moment you no longer breath.”
As this new year has begone influences had told us who we should become, the women has been placed on that peddle in a state of grace, The male masculinity has been injected with femininity by the mass media as a reasonable remedy.
Across the social media platform now we see man and women causing such social harm, for we have been divided into two separate camps the glue becomes useless when its to damp. Will we call off the war or turn the lights off and close the door.
That comfort in clarity’s calm, self depredation will breed the condemnation of the light, in life’s resolve yes! much less has made other civilizations fall. The lack of emotional experience embrace the perspective for preconception, while appreciation’s acceptance, becomes that dime stolen from collections.
Be mindful of confusion, serenity has a solution following meditations evolution, still the thoughtless are willing to kill our tranquility! that attentive woeful servility. Embrace the focus of family and friends, life’s generosity is life living in harmony, grateful is the gift of giving, the peace in the power of a prayer, for all who dare.
That cold gray mist descends upon the vast vacancy that is this marsh land the bugs with the birds and toads sing the songs in nature’s plan. The Wolf cries informing all creatures below the hunt as begone, The Pack ensures dinner will be served before the night is done.
Blood and flesh mingle with broken bone crushed by fang and tooth, the snarls and growls signals the feeding frenzy has been set lose. The snorts howls and cries of the creature who was the dinner date, fade back beneath the songs in the calls of nature’s calming state.
The night returns to it’s ebb and flow, for death is as natural as the winds in the breeze that blow.