In light of being true to your self
So many people believe that when you write it is what you will do. Instead of believing that writing is an out outlet to calm ones savage beast. When I write it is to help me cope so I do not explode and become a wreck of a mess more than I am. There are theories that psychologist and psychologist come up with about psyche, mental well being and bipolar stability. Names can change in the medical field to make things less "hurtful" but what ever they or anyone else want to call it writing can be a way to remember that pain is real but you can write to release the pain and let go of past that grips us not to move. Writing can create a more positive frame of mind if a person lets it or it can be used a a self defeating behavior to pull you back into chaos. For me, I write to see that there is light at the end of that tunnel and I can change my thoughts from negative to positive.
In pictures and prose, we all need to find some way to find happiness. Do what comes natural and find your balance and center of love life and happiness.
Golden Power
Momma takes a shower,
Sipping the golden power.
From the sun above the heavens,
So many lonely hours.
It helps her pass the time,
Taking journeys in her mind.
Trying to stay within given limits,
Keeping her life with sanity in it.
Holding on by the tips of her teeth,
Looking for answers, screaming for relief.
Does it really help her tipping the joy-juice bottle?
Sleep, child, sleep,
Please don’t make a peep.
It’s midnight at home,
Mommas gotta go,
Looking for more to get her stoned.
Sleep child, sleep,
Please count the many sheep.
Daddy’s been gone a very long time,
Momma really needs to unwind.
With no sleep from you,
The golden power helps to soothe her through.
Sleep child, sleep,
Please don’t make a peep.
It’s midnight at home
Momma hates to be alone.
Sinking into the golden power,
Journeys in her mind,
Helps her pass the everlasting time.
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| tree growth |
Sleep child, sleep,
Please don’t listen to the screams.
Daddy’s back at home
He doesn’t like her when she’s stoned.
Doesn’t he understand,
Living together but separate from her man.
He usually is very gentle,
Except for when he swings the palm of his hand.
Sleep child, sleep,
Please, God, please don’t make a peep.
Momma got real mad,
Took the keys away from dad.
She went out crying and started driving. .
In the tears of anguish and pain
She ended up dying.
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| the gears keep turning |
Too much alone,
Too much was gone.
Lonely yet alive,
Finally hit that wall taking that ride to die.
Sleep child, sleep,
Please don’t make a peep.
Daddy’s now sad and crying
He didn’t understand how it felt
He couldn’t see her pain
Or did her think it was just the effects of the golden power
rain.
Sleep child sleep,
She loved you when you peeped.
Just need to have the break
Some love once in a while
All she found inside he,
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| life going too fast |
Was a lost and confused child?
Momma took that shower,
Sipping from that golden power.
Was she really were she wanted to be,
After many lonely hours?
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