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My mind is numb, not from drugs or ***** But from the television, phone, and electronics i abuse This stream of news feeding to my consciousness is all self-induced. I keep the cycle going and set it up where I keep myself confused? So many words, so many pictures, so many thoughts, the chaos, the headaches Only the one's in silence and loneliness have fought Disruption with corruption in my daily feed Ruins my mind's ability of its own impressions and thoughts, putting pen to paper versus touching fingers to buttons (And make no mistake between touch and feeling) Which is more liberating to feel, to move energy, to inspire free will and which one was bought So why am I addicted to distraction with all of its misuse The fear of moving forward is just resistance to produce the gift within me that was already planted and seeded in place My only job is to water and grow into my space Yet this gift within me is the resistant qualm that bakes Fearing to discover that I am more than I think I am - Thats my mind numbing dis Ease that I battle - Now, Readjust the cycle, for it shall not shadow Other generations right, to fight another battle Remove, not gift our numbness Channel deeper Awaken the next child And we honor the cycle of growth that lives to empower.
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
Psyched Out
My mind is numb, not from drugs or ***** But from the television, phone, and electronics i abuse This stream of news feeding to my consciousness is all self-induced. I keep the cycle going and set it up where I keep myself confused? So many words, so many pictures, so many thoughts, the chaos, the headaches Only the one's in silence and loneliness have fought Disruption with corruption in my daily feed Ruins my mind's ability of its own impressions and thoughts, putting pen to paper versus touching fingers to buttons (And make no mistake between touch and feeling) Which is more liberating to feel, to move energy, to inspire free will and which one was bought So why am I addicted to distraction with all of its misuse The fear of moving forward is just resistance to produce the gift within me that was already planted and seeded in place My only job is to water and grow into my space Yet this gift within me is the resistant qualm that bakes Fearing to discover that I am more than I think I am - Thats my mind numbing dis Ease that I battle - Now, Readjust the cycle, for it shall not shadow Other generations right, to fight another battle Remove, not gift our numbness Channel deeper Awaken the next child And we honor the cycle of growth that lives to empower.
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
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