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Timothy Joyner May 2017
Whoa oh-, they're tyin' to make her walk on water
Whoa oh-, but they're drownin' on lies
Whoa oh-, it's quite a ride on the teeter totter
Somebody has to be sorely crucified

Don't drink the kool-aid at the end of the day
Thinkin' "nothin's happenin'" will only lead you astray
Stay tuned tommorow for the episode will be surely changed
Bein' on the down low now has been rearranged

Shock value, they have been usin' to brainwash ya
Shock Value, so gaudy it's found at the five and dime
shock value, because by now it doesn't even surprise ya
You come to expect it all the time

Don't expect what you want from all the posterin' fools
Babblin' media, using leakin' conversations as tools
The caustic social dilemmas, cascadin' through our life
Already mountin' fear they are openin'ly giving to our strife

Whoa oh-, She's never gonna be walkin' on water
Whoa oh-, We'll be exposin' your lies
Whoa oh-, no more games is what we're ​after
We just be tired and want to get on with our lives
A tune comes to me and can stay for days. Then suddenly the desire and words melt into the tune. I've been able to do this since I was a boy.
Timothy Joyner May 2017
Dognadoe, dognadoe in my living room
Me, like Dorothy with my white little, Toto, dog
My chair lighting up and about to shroom
As I hear the theme to The Wicked Witch as the prologue

What was once five pounds ​of sleeping joy
Is now the free instrument of nature's delightful change
As a sweet puppy grows to have powers that can destroy​
She is still a sweet puppy although her size will rearrange

So off to the Dognadoe, spinning in my house
A blur, a thunder, a running Monster creating a Dognadoe
Without warning, just a low rumble, a feeling around the strouse

The calm before the storm, just like a Tornado
This is for my sweet puppy, Hazel. She's a pocket pit, but still a handful.
Timothy Joyner May 2017
Yes, He's Talking to Himself
Mumbling like some ******
Chanting like some Mooney

But it is to himself he speaks
No voices does he hear
Contemplating his misery
Or some bygone forgotten fear
Poor soul of delusion
He pulls from within
The strength of a Titan
Of a hundred strong men
Hero of stories
That never are told
Where he is the hero
So strong and so bold

Yes, He's Talking to Himself
Harmless as can be
Ask me how I know
Because it's me, talking to me
People always have asked what's up with my muttering. No, I don't hear voices or people that aren't there. You may have about three to four thoughts at the same time. I was born with a brain that continually fires. Unfortunately it's taken me years to master having so many thoughts at the same time. I found it easier if I talked them out when I was a boy. The other unfortunate truth is it's considered socially unacceptable.
  Apr 2017 Timothy Joyner
Yasmine
through words,
I heal my wounds
by completely exposing them
Timothy Joyner Mar 2017
DADDY?
Papa? Pick me up.
Here, let me help you.
Your gentle kind heart is racing.

That's it Papa.
Under my front legs.
Up!
Let me look into your deep observant eyes.

TOO FAST!
Your Heart!
No.
Breathe, PaPa, breathe, slow and easy.

That's it.
Breathe.
Out.
Your heart is slowing down now.

Ok.
Ahh.
Here.
I'm laying on my back right here.

Rub.
My chest Daddy!
It's soft.
It's like cotton candy and feels like down.

That's it.
Everything is great.
Calm.
Your a fine wonderful PaPa for me!
I'm so blessed to have such a little Being in my life. Plus she's allowed me to be off some medications that had bad side effects.
I just looked from her view point. She's a very special friend!
Timothy Joyner Mar 2017
Hey
You
Whatca talkin' about
I can hear you scream
and shout

"You, boy in that fancy bar
Saw you jumping off in
that fancy car"

You
Don't
No, not even a word
You are over the top
and so absurd

"We know about your type
We are stuck believin' all
kinds of hype"

They
Thinking they have all the
Indignation
Them
With a self-centered sense of
Accusation

What
You
Making up stories about me
You don't even know what day it is
Or past half three

"Let's put you in your stamp
You people belong in a
Concentration Camp"

Wow
Stop
What did you just say
Listen to your stupid words
You always thought
this way

"Now that you know, whatca gonna do
Whatca gonna do when we come for you"

Come
See
It's not what you think
Your pathetic world is
finally on the brink

You
Your world narrow and beached
Blind
Hiding your own choices to cover
your behind
Pathetic and base your vision is
contagious
Unfortunately for you, your morals are
Outrageous

Talk
Go
It's cheap and gaudy
Go ahead, pretend it's holy,
everyone knows it's just
Naughty

Bad
Nasty
How many descriptive words
None describes better than
just
A bunch of turds
Timothy Joyner Mar 2017
What you think is real we want you to think of as fake.
Ok?
We never said it, even if you think we did, we said it but you will think we didn't.
Ok?
Don't say no! No, you don't even have choices or thoughts we don't give you.
Yeah, ok.
Now, perhaps you're getting the idea that your realities are not real, ours are...
And that's Okay!
Imagine where we can take you now that we continue to control what is real.
It's Mighty Fine.
We pass judgement upon you and you will gravel at our performance as we mold you.
Now we smile.
We will have our agenda and that's that, no question about it, our way!
Now we're winning!
When you look with the eyes of an Adult and the heart of a child, suddenly you're transformed and immune to today's deceptions!
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