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Chicken 2h
Please don't laugh
at me
because
I cry like a Ferrari
in the distance.
Chicken 1d
How
Quetzalcoatl of you
To be dressed in feathers like that

Unfurl all your wings
Two, three, five
then six

Wont hunt you like
an alley cat

I'm not here to
make you
do things in
the way that you don't want to

Unwrap your self
Your wings
Your own way

Do it your own way.
My way or the highway? Get outta heere :D

This is a short about control. if you are used to being controlled, it can feel weird when suddenly.. the controllers are gone, leaving one open to run into a cult or do a handshake with the same type of people, accepting the same old thing over and over again.

There is a nod to not wishing to fill the shoes of previous controller, and hoping to dear god that the subject will gently learn to listen within, command themselves based on what is heard [attuned to self], and hopefully get past any weirdness until the control pattern is resolved forever.

The subject recognises the god / goddess aspect within.
Chicken 2d
You get your leather
I'll get my wax
The people, they
will tell us
That
You look
like my dad

The people they don't know us
They don't know
They don't know
Living in a bubble
Heads full
of mashed potato.
Jackets, or mash? :D
Chicken 4d
Protect yourself from me
I am the raining dead
The fission's, and
The fighters, and
Those who bled in dread

I can heal you,
but not
in the absence of your shield
I'm here,
right
by your side
Out in the field
Out in the field

I didn't do what you asked
Never look back,
my ****
Never look back,
Oh my big ****
I'm coming back to get you.
Two close comrades. Out on the field, in battle, running... one comrade always told the other, 'never look back' and 'run with your gun' in case human compassion washed over and one went back for the other, killing them both.

Guess who didn't listen.

It is the story of two best friends.

One always trying to protect the other, and vice versa.

In another life, they (enough congregation of their particles) meet, and all those memories come rushing back.

Written from a healing perspective, everything in oneness. it is powerful, utmost self care is necessary.
Chicken 7d
Theresa's gone too lizard brain
It has grown big,
and juicy, and fat

Seagulls a'floating, eyeing it up
ready to eat it, and
turn it into ****.
Don't forget your hat girl :D

Just for fun.
Chicken 7d
Look up, out, and down
at the seagulls
cascading in the wind

blow out a wave
of ego death

as they scrummage through the bins.

and the voices who
want to be heard
will not be silenced
no matter what type of violence
is brought to the game

the truth in it all
can always be heard

when the call of the
seagull sounds again.

Look up, out, and down
at the seagulls
cascading in the wind

no fear of falling from the sky
not too glamorous for bins.
Repetitive bin song.

Slightly political. Slightly spiritual/.

Different views are all around.

Seagull: bird of truth :) Seagulls will call you out.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-79gD1gMco
Chicken Mar 13
As our psyches dispense the demons
that are no longer able to hide

Evenly, and equally, we
balance the scales within our minds

Compromise in this life, to
counter extremism of the past

Past and present together, lo
anything otherwise is a farce

We become transparent, on
our desert island beach

You hair, and mine, as one in the
wind, a love no thing may breach.
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