I am currently working on more light hearted work after a wonderful year of change . God bless you all..
Phoenixes rise from the ashes
From the remnants
Death means letting go completely
It is inevitable, in order to transform
Transformations are necessary, eventually
Especially when their are many on-lookers in your crowd
Trust and believe that at least one or two of them are taking very obscure, thus perfect, notes
Relive a past moment when another soul actually devotes themselves to you entirely
They either became like cysts upon your ovaries or made you want to match and mirror that same devotion
Then, the two of you were fleeting for three to six months
Then, it all dies down to a hum-drum passion and, if you are lucky, the whole thing is over not too long there afterward
Have any of you ever heard of a couple whose relationship outlasts the barriers of time?
Everything seems so peachy fucking keen
But, in reality, both parties are liars putting on acts for the outside world for whatever sick reason
They concoct the stories to spew just in case they are asked to explain themselves later
Rest assured, it usually means that one of their hearts is being played by a cynical hater
There are not many ordinary people out there who can grasp concepts such as life, death, and rebirth
Guaranteed, the same dolts cannot ever let themselves believe in such things as Phoenixes or anything at all from any other dimension besides their own
Even in their own little worlds, they are already numb from a life-long habit of playing the part
Like Marilyn Monroe and other multi-millionaires, they end up conducting seances to bring in the spirit realm to loosen their slack
Many of them, of course, never end up coming back
If they happen to, they have changed
Amnesia does not exist
Walk-ins, however, are very real
The agreement between an exhausted soul who wants to vacate their shell and a desperate one who is Hell-bound to return to the pleasures of the flesh
They, therefore, mesh quite well
Then, God gives the ok on their little switch-a-roo
And its done
Sometimes, these walk-ins even have flashes of the last inhabitants memories which re-invokes their habitual sides as well
They then have the nerve to call that "getting back their memory"
I suppose that it is the easiest way out
So, leave it to the Human race to go ahead and accept it
The saddest part is, most of them never remembered a damned thing!
1/25/2017
- Author: LIGHT WARRIOR ( Offline)
- Published: April 28th, 2017 02:11
- Comment from author about the poem: This is very true.. I invite you to do your own research on "walk-ins" . It makes sense, and "amnesia" does not at all....
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Wow! beautiful poem you have here.
Thank you my friend.. you are always so cordial and you see things in the Proper way much lie I do....Please read my manuscript...I love people who open up their mind and really take me in...if youre gonna take the time to read anothers work, then you damned sure had better really pay attention...On rare occasions, even on this site, I will get a negative Nancy idiot who is trying to make valid points about someone they don't knows Artistry.....(see the middle morons commentary...still makes no sense until I made it that way in my reply) anyway...sorry youre caught in this but I am a little bent still as this took place less than ten min ago...Stay Golden and thank you much
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