Feeling Betrayed by My Body…

 

Bread Making

You fed me too many sugars, fake foods & dyes
all for your convenience, to me you can’t lie
I couldn’t help but respond with illness & cancers
diseases run rampant, and allergies were my body’s reactions

All signs and warnings clearly ignored
I’ve been in your system as pain and tumors
the doctors can’t always help you, the key is nutrition
of God-given food, yes-the ones with the seeds in them

In exchange for the GMO blast that you feed me
I will deteriorate much quicker
my immune system crashing

In order for you to help reverse this
please do a detox and eat mostly organic

Make sure fruits have seeds, or there’s no nutritional value
that itching or rash will always come back to you
and pasteurized juices, removes the nutrition
just eat the fruit, the real juice is a blessing

The non-melting ice cream, the fake steak with meat glue
the drugs and their side-effects meant to take care of you

Next time in the store, ponder the foods on the shelves
what percentage has been compromised, therefore devalued
the sugars, the dyes, the chemical flavors
the fake fillers and binders, the altered behaviors

The sales of those foods, the “deals” are so big
but your body’s the one, that is the experimental guinea pig

What you don’t know, is the lack of vitamins & minerals
causing malabsorption, and therefore the suffering
when your energy’s drained and your mind is quite foggy
it’s up to you, to feed love to your body

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More Information:

Toxic Meat Glue https://youtu.be/hXXrB3rz-xUe
Non-Melting Ice Cream https://youtu.be/zQ5TMj4c5FE
Copper Deficiency Reversals-Dr. Wallch Team (Wrinkles, Negative Behaviors, Sagging Breasts, Gray Hair) https://youtu.be/Ma686Og6rCA

 

 

Better Alone…

Why am I with you, but feel so alone
when you walk in the door, is the feeling so strong
that’s when I have to face, our reality
if things don’t change, you need you to leave

How do I know this? When you’re gone I’m at peace
no worries of fighting, my love has decreased
so much mental abuse, I’m better off on my own
can’t you tell by my strength, how much I have grown

We used to be happy, together were free
but due to your pride, we may longer be

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Don’t Ask Me To Promise…

You ask me to keep a promise. To me it depends on the type.  If for a shower, a date of engagement, with these kind I am fine.

If your request has a dark side, an event that someone will hurt, I will not accept your request. I will not stay in an infinite alert. Do not even ask me, if this promise will haunt me in life. Because if it does, one day I must release this invisible knife. I will not keep a promise, that between you and me, may cause a divorce, or is not of the same family tree. For those that are cheating, don’t let me in. I don’t want to know that you’re caught up in a whim.

Don’t ask me to promise, if what you truly seek, is to use me to open your world of deceit. Don’t be a coward, your mind running and hiding the truth. If freedom you need from the secret you keep, the price you may pay will eventually catch up with you.

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Investment of Time

Meditation

A few years together
and my heart not quite sure
if another few years
will do us any good

Although things are great
and you are so sweet
I’m lacking something inside
but not sure what I seek

I need time alone, a few days or a week
to visit a friend, or maybe my family
all I know is, I need time away
from my job and this house
a stress-free getaway

Upon my return, I will be re-energized
new thoughts and plans, I hope to realize
the investment of time, is not just for me
for while I’m away I’ll know how much
or how little, you cherish me

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That Look That You Gave Me

If looks could kill you:

I would have died several times. High egos & insecure people by nature have to be the attention receivers. Don’t roll your eyes when you see me.  People are naturally attracted to me because I’m not pretentious.

If that look would make me your lover:

The lust in your eyes, and you just met me, tells me your relationship can easily be distracted. I’m not the kind to let you put another notch on your belt, but I’m quite sure another woman would.

The look you just gave me:

I haven’t seen you in a while and you looked at me from top to bottom. Please don’t feel insecure and compare my body to yours. We are both beautiful and we are not competing. Just love who you are—what you see in me is peace, self-confidence and grace.  Your beauty is then enhanced and it shows in your face.

The look turned into a stare:

Why do you stare at me? As if you are trying to read my past life. That is a little eerie and annoying. Please just ask questions. I’m no mystery. Maybe I’ll share a few of my memories.

The look of surprise:

What have you done? I hope what ever it was will not hurt anyone. Don’t look at me now because I will have to discreetly be looking for clues to know how I may have to react to you.

Whether envy, lust, insecurity, mystery or surprise, the emotional look-once it’s given-will be impossible to disguise.

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Emptiness

Emptiness

When you are feeling “empty,” a longing for something, you’re in a predicament that needs to be dealt with.  It is your sign it’s time for personal growth. Go ahead, go for it. Only you know, or will soon be lead to, what it is.

Love yourself.  Claim your next phase in life and reinvent yourself. It will bring forth contentment.

 

Time-When Does It Belong to You?

Nature's Lifespan

People take time for granted; they think they have a lot of time for future plans, so they sit back, waste time and chill for a while.

Time is but a limited span of space in this physical world. You may not get to grow old in this dream space. Time is of the essence when your mind is aware; for your energy will make a transformation, and you will realize you have forsaken yourself with this misunderstanding of “time” if you don’t take action.

If today you were told your death date is one week from now, would you regret not attempting some things in life that you thought you had time for? If so, then why not start strategizing on how to progress to that level you once yearned. The hardest steps are the first two; making the decision and then committing to it with action. Don’t seek anyone’s approval, just go for it! As a matter of fact, keeping it quiet and researching in secret is even better. No one can bring that blissful twinkle in your eyes down to that emptiness that can be seen when a soul is internally lost, or broken by someone else’s negative opinion.

I recently, and peacefully, let go of a subconscious struggle. I then began to receive fun philosophical & psychological poetry and rhythms in my head. They would wake me up at night until I started writing them down. I could hear words in sounds, or see things differently than before (once in 3D). I shared this newfound joy with my sisters and they all said I needed to start blogging; they felt I could be helping someone out there in that web space. It was my “time” to get out of my comfort zone and do something totally new.

My initial thought was I’m too shy for that. What if someone started that “like” stuff or commented; and if they followed, heck I wouldn’t know what to do. Well, when my nephew made the same comment after reading a poem, it truly resonated. It was not a female’s perspective (as we tend to share the same emotions) and it did the trick. I signed up and half blinded started blogging mid-March (2017). I was a secretary for many years, so computers are not a big deal to me, unless I can’t figure something out-then it’s frustrating, like wondering why my paragraphs weren’t single spacing. What’s that dot on that bell in the right corner; what does a “click” mean; why aren’t my posts on the reader anymore…

I’m still lost in some of the formatting, and those dang photos won’t decrease in size the way I know how to do it, but oh well. Sometimes two photos show when I designated it in one spot, but I’ll edit later when I figure it out. I just need to keep reaching out and hope that the words have an effect on those that need/enjoy it. I have learned it’s all about universal synchronicity.

So equipped with only 11 poems at the time (mid-March), I now stand at 40 posts as of 6-23-17. I think back and wonder where all that came from… It just does, when you give in to the whimsical passion that is totally a new part of you. It’s your right “time.”

Love what you do, and if you haven’t discovered it yet, let go of something hoarding deep inside. It’s blocking your unique creativity, therefore robbing yourself, and the world, of your true abilities. You may even impress yourself.

Be humble and grateful at all times. Life is beautiful, if you allow it to be. Is it your time yet?