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Live Life
By Carol Ann Fredericks
For once again I’m sitting down, hoping to convey a positive sound, for that is truly what makes the world go around!
Do not follow the money and greed, a new way of living is what needs to be seen!
For children learn what they live, is the promotion of violence and war the message you want to continue to give? Wake up, it’s a big world, begin to live!
To diligently stay mindful is a difficult feat and don’t adopt the words, “I can’t”, for that impairs the happiness you seek!
And as I sit and rock back and forth, hoping mankind will choose to take different course, and learn to tune into the universes life force!
For we need to change the directions of our lives, for we breed, develop and promote the negative drive, and this inhibits our dreams from coming alive!
So choose to be a positive example, instead of following the entities that send a negative sample, for whether you know it or not you have a power that is ample!
And it is scientifically proven that we only use a small percent of our brain, because our compassions, hopes and creativities have been tamed, and the same ugly cycle goes round, isn’t that insane?? And all because we don’t want to make the effort to change!
So “fake it ‘till you make it”’ is more than just a saying, and you should begin to believe in it, and that is what I’m praying!!!
Lonely
By Seth Richards
He sat quite alone at the hearthstone
Unless you count shadows on walls
That jump to the rhythm of crackling red orgy
Consuming remains of a log
He mixed the temptation of serpents
Mixed it with gold maiden hair
Sang odious chants that profane, then he cast it
Like seeds from his hand in the fire
Hell’s furies lashed over the forest
The cooling night air was inflamed
With noise like a thousand winged beetles
Were a’crawling around on your brain
Into the presence appeared him
From whence he was called, so he came
Cursed of the ancients, named Moloch
Who sacrificed children in Canaan
They sat quite alone at the hearthstone
Unless you count shadows on walls
Playing Bach while the crackling red orgy
Consumed the remains of a log
