When he was picked on by the teacher for his words of truth, he didn’t lash out violently, he just said FUCK louder to show his frustration with the conditioned people; rather than kill them. Fuck, he’s in control of his fucking emotions. Be more like little fucking Johnny. In control of your emotions.
Then I wake Asleep before; When mistakes were made. Alaha forgives, By saving Grace. Sincerely, Grace; the One, once saved.
Alive I sat alone. Clouds passing, moving illusions changing before us. As if arguing with a blind man about the color of the sun. They laugh at us mortals, forever stuck in the time of our lives. As they quickly pass by.
Behind these green eyes
#IsupportHigherConsciousness Add your higher conscious poetry to the hashtag. Trend it till they get it. Unseen, inner you creeps. We’re focused awake and awake in our sleep; The reality of you, just projected, not protected, from the reality of one me.
memories drown pain washed away in what was old new begins again
the impossible achievement in fear of fail that which self fears most
here stands mans hate mind’s Sola we blindly face Hiroshima cries
angels fall within empowered battles rid Hate gives to sin Love gives to sin empowered battles rid angels fall within