Please, you have put my progress on pause and caused me prolonged poverty-Put the keys to my persona back on the dresser,need my personality back- You have put my purpose on pause, and caused me to get pulled into your pool of problems, I do not want to swim in gossip and drama. You have Pitched me another curve ball of your pastimes.. Waiting for me to catch your worthless, purpose of profound pity - This is my ditty on your pretty agenda based, passive,pretentious piety. Unreal humility, has programmed your potential, which produces phony plastic products that are non essential. Pardon me if I have come to certain conclusions; Since I've allowed your inclusion into my own illusions. I now protest what I detest,of what I thought I saw in you ..As my mind has been reasonably restored, I reserve the right to say who belongs in my life. So I am closing pages on peons who have put my purpose on pause.  New perspectives on my prerogative... Peace!

VICKI ACQUAH·SUNDAY, DECEMBER 27, 2015

TODAY I made a choice...In the quiet stillness of my mind.
to let nothing keep me from the essence of this unique day.
TODAY I have decided to enjoy this day for what it’s worth.
I have decided to appreciate what was already in motion, to create no commotion,
and silently feel my emotions. TODAY I will not be led astray I will receive the grace
of this abundant DAY. I hear, as I listen, I envision, as I see. I inspire, as I speak
I appreciate, as I spectate. The birds provide symposiums in an array of songs for my
enjoyment.
TODAY I have chosen to be the victor as I gather my thoughts, and write them to the
sweetness of their various harmonies, The birds enlighten my presence with the symphonies
they sing as they entertain me each with his own song. This morning I was awakened by
bird’s-songs delighting me with melodies, I the guest of honor lend precocious ears to their
cause. Tweeting, throaty rhapsodies calling- calling. Others join in with renditions that blend
perfectly as the day begins. Next the babbling of the water in the brook adds a rush to
the thrush of the warblers song. The sound of water fills my emptiness as it flows
magnificently to flush the streams of my captured soul. TODAY I become at one with nature ;
the Water and birds have effortless nourished my soul and restored my integrity so.. TODAY
I have lived harmoniously without concern for whatever may come tomorrow. Because
TODAY I HEARD the birds sing, and have decided to listened intently.

TODAY I made a choice...In the quiet stillness of my mind.
to let nothing keep me from the essence of this unique day.
TODAY I have decided to enjoy this day for what it’s worth.
I have decided to appreciate what was already in motion, to create no commotion,
and silently feel my emotions. TODAY I will not be led astray I will receive the grace
of this abundant DAY. I hear, as I listen, I envision, as I see. I inspire, as I speak
I appreciate, as I spectate. The birds provide symposiums in an array of songs for my
enjoyment.
TODAY I have chosen to be the victor as I gather my thoughts, and write them to the
sweetness of their various harmonies, The birds enlighten my presence with the symphonies
they sing as they entertain me each with his own song. This morning I was awakened by
bird’s-songs delighting me with melodies, I the guest of honor lend precocious ears to their
cause. Tweeting, throaty rhapsodies calling- calling. Others join in with renditions that blend
perfectly as the day begins. Next the babbling of the water in the brook adds a rush to
the thrush of the warblers song. The sound of water fills my emptiness as it flows
magnificently to flush the streams of my captured soul. TODAY I become at one with nature ;
the water and birds have effortless nourished my soul and restored my integrity so.. TODAY
I have lived harmoniously without concern for whatever may come tomorrow. Because
TODAY I HEARD the birds sing, and have decided to listened intently.

Arrogance,

laughing at
Ignorance,

Not funny.

Awareness

Can cure
Ignorance.

Arrogance

Has no remedy
Not even money!

My heart speaks loudly on the tablets. Ink leaving traces of my thoughts; Mind-spills left on paper, addressing the survivors of the human race. Desperately I have searched and found many messages.   
I will not come and leave without passing them on to the generations forward. What I do while passing through gives leverage to the vestige, of our investments. Though you've cheated death a thousand times you still have to die, one time!
Though we have been used and abused, we have toiled.. and have been allowed to exist only because of what we do. If it were not for our abilities we conclude, we would have perished like a **** unwanted and sprayed. The human will has endured. Even with your best plans and your most crucial diseases still you could not separate us from our souls. Tho you've cheated death a thousand times you still have to die one time.
We have baptized your ideas into our reality, religions and concepts, we have been foolishly obedient in this servitude.  We've had no problem following your rules, even though we were not your first mules. Many souls are wailing. We still triumphed over evil. The jokes on you, We know how to be good.
We know how to live righteously almost, and we do, when you let us. But your own straying gave away the hoax. I hear souls wailing, voices joining mine, as we cry in unison. You are the thieves in the den. Stealing everything we bring in. Tho you've cheated death a thousand times you still have to die one time.
Do not count the dead bodies on the bus ride home, that only causes nightmares. Wait until morn, if you make it back home, listen to the news of the body counts its easier that way. Get a good nights sleep and your mind set will come back to it's original state. No matter if we save your life, raise your children, fight side by side, one day your mindset will return you to feed upon it's own ignorance, like a dog who returns to it's *****. This too is a promise.
We are under no obligation to any man, my course on earth, direction, space, time, no problem. Though you've cheated death a thousand times, you still have one final death to die.

What does it take, is only the unseen and unknown believable... is there a mental disease going on, epidemically, when bodies were floating deliberately; What happened to the prisoners of Katrina, were they just set free, why is this so hard to believe. Why when you see the human targets falling, why when you hear about the harm done by harp. And how the underground submarines...executed the shake, that caused the quake, in Haiti.
Why when you see brutality on the rise, with your own eyes, why do you not believe what you perceive.
Why when you see the killers being protected, and the many who've die without mention.
Why do you think...No Stink's being made about the young black woman being ***** while in Iraq by members of her own camp; Beat and set on fire. Why do you think they care ?...Why... are we standing by.? What does it take...to make man's SENSES quake? Pay attention and stay awake. Put all there is into a database, and it would explode. Because they are creating fear, making you think it's a black thing, or a white thing, or a terrorist thing...BUT Then hit your head, and think... Oh heavens what about..911,?