After time spent with reflection
I have decided
He is not my friend
More of a tyrant
Chronologically I have attempted
To place my life in order
Events
Random happenings
To make sense of who I have become
Pointless exercise
For we fail to see
We are who we are meant to be
Since before birth
Our blueprint holds it all
People we meet
Souls we seek
Habits
Vices
Liberation
Sin
Happiness
Melancholy
Values and worth
Yes...our blueprints hold it all
It should come as no shock
That the rejection I feel
Is necessary for me to face reality
Perhaps I am to know solitude
For a reason
This is my soul articulating
My soul...strange thought
You see I have always thought
We are more than flesh and bones that ache
I am more than Poppy Ruth Silver
A writer who inhales metaphor
Exhales passionate syllables
As fingers burn
I am more than a musician
Who bends words around wave forms
Hears them crash upon each other
In death and rebirth
I am more than a Witch
Who directs energy
To heal wounded earth
For us all to see
I am...
Poppy
Flower
Ruth
Mercy
Silver
Protection
I am not without faults
Far from it
Indeed
I drink too much
Smoke too much
Suffer depression
Become introverted
I see ugliness in beauty
Decay in life
Hear screams in silence
That cut into me
Sharper than a knife
I waste time on dreams
Collect sticks instead of stones
No, I am not without fault
Yet I have a soulful heart
Ancient spirit
Empathic nature
Humanity wastes such precious time with hate
Makes my blood vehement with distaste
When we could all love one another
Without judgement
I see religion divide
Racism sever
Opinions disconnect
I witness mankind blinded to answers they seek
I hit the pinnacle of despair when I dwell on such things as why...
Why the Fabian Society holds Orwell's archives
Hidden until 2025
We as a race of awakening consciousness
Have the right to know the secrets they hold
We have the right to know if UFO's have signed a pact
With the Government themselves
Or if they truly found Hussein how they said
And not through remote viewing
Lies
Lies
Constant lies
We have the right to know
That weapons of mass destruction are a con
To invade and nothing more
For oil
Greed
Power
Money and knowledge
Oh and whilst they invade
And cause deformities at birth
We also have the right to know that they illegally
Steal artifacts from the museums
Stone tablets with a Sumerian version of history engraved upon them
We cannot be allowed to know such things
It would change our version of history
It would UNeducate us
Free us from our matrix mind
That is not what the elite wish to see
I am not without fault
But then I dwell on these things
And wish others could see
What they fake and preach
Our placement of trust
Is misshaped
So you see
Who I am means everything
And less
I am simply me
Sometimes lost
Sometimes tuned in
But always awakening
Evolving
Whilst the powers that be
Burn political poetry and effigies at Bohemian Grove
Madness?
I say it is not!
It is merely one person's rationale
Their path to see
Whereas others may never accept
We are ruled by such evil
I hold the clarity that we are
I shall remain the writer, musician and Witch
But also the freedom seeker
This is who I am
If I am to stand in solitude for this reason
And be ridiculed for being insane
I shall still pray for you
You who choose to instantly dissolve my beliefs
Because your faith is solely in their hands
I shall move forward in the trust of my intuition
Not the smirk of your degradation
Whilst they plot World War Three
I shall sit here with suspended belief
And refine my mission in reflection
Yes...our blueprints hold it all
People we meet
Souls we seek
Habits
Vices
Liberation
Sin
Happiness
Melancholy
Values and worth
I may not ever be perfect
Yet I am happy in my misery to be me
And if this is something that deters
So be it
For I shall say if I disagree
I owe it to humanity
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