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They say all men were created equal
but it seems this isn't true
For if my feelings were a color
right now they would be blue

You ask for my perfection
as if it's a simple thing
I'm trapped like a prisoner
with no relief from my pain

Your word are a whip
that leaves scars on my heart
you say that you love me
but then tear me apart
I've got a heartbeat
that's irregular
like the narrative
strings on which
I have danced
throughout my
brief time here
so far
Our stories
Left untold
By bed sheets
Yet to unfold
In this cucoon
My world though smaller
Isn't much better
But at least I'm king
Yes, my bed is a favourite place of mine
I know it's not fair
I LOVE, YOU don't care
The memory is here
How happy you were
When I just was there.
I drink now my beer
There can't be toast here,
What did I do Sir?
Can't handle the the fear,
Of losing you, my dear
Only tears, tears, tears...
We are
the MASTERS of our DESTINY
as I and you unwind the programing
fed us to realign with love.

We are the ones
that orchestrate
our life experiences
as we awake to see truth and expand.

We are
the MASTERS of our DESTINY
to ground with the sacred Mother Earth
and all her allies for peace.

We are
the ones
uncloaking masks and veils
so we know who we are and why we came.

We are
the MASTERS of our DESTINY
as we discard fears and the matrex's grip
to move free.

We are the ones
the freedom seekers
shifting to connect with
the full power of
our own hearts,
our own dreams,
our own reality.
I heard the words Master of our Destiny and thus the poem was born. Take a look at your life won't you . And start to change with empowering thoughts to disrobe the false jargon that comes from the controlling powers that be. We have been programmed to act a certain way away from our natural state. Programmed by TV media, false news, lies by governments and religion.
God is great but set religions that dictate judgements is not. We are born and meant to expand inside love with compassion for EVERYTHING in ones life because we created it to master the soul.
those wings on your
back weren't meant to
keep you up forever--
even eagles land
clouds dissipate
and great travelers
come down off the
mountains.
(c) brooke otto 2017



good morning.
So young, so troubled, such a tragedy, such a waste
He came into the world blonde hair and blue eyes, one look and you were mesmerised
A young lad with the world at his feet, adventurous, would try anything new
No person could ever say no, even though he troubled them so
Everyone wishes they had said no, then they wouldn't have had to say goodbye
Forever in our hearts, my darling nephew been gone 6 years and miss him every day
I was looking for love
And I lost my peace
The love was above
I was on my knees.

The prayers were lost
The pain was everywhere
What are here those ghosts?
What's doing the fear?
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