slightly off, exactly right.
enemies without traitors within door is wide margin thin implosion begins Senator McCarthy was right... February 09, 1950.
May God write sacred words through my pen the pure in heart will understand.
obey your your 'gut' feeling... believe in you. the way you are in all those things you do. take a drive to the countryside in your convertible car. for, your intuition will bring fruition steering you in the right direction you'll go far. so, take the time to hear them say, 'smell the coffee', have … Continue reading in view of a much better you
spiritual tied released eyes unbind mind in those dark unkind days coming we shall see men in wear of puzzled dresses..
you get everything you've dreamed about when you don't stand in your own way.
riding on a cloud God knocked this chip off my shoulder cause' I felt way proud falling down fast going to the graveyard reading mailbox letters written by dead friends past basking in the sun on an arid desert plot wearing a skeleton mask drinking straight whiskey from the bottle I bought wondering when rain … Continue reading going to the graveyard
we know thoughts and feelings are invisible as is consciousness... yet, one is as real as the other. life taught me sheer illusion is a living thing a possibility turned real by ones own persistent imagination.
We say 'I am' because we know we are as well as when our bananas become too old and brown to eat.
trapped in consciousness understanding what it is... escape awareness bars of entrapment going outside gliding with wings looking back to what appears.