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You can hear a lot in silence.
The truth so loud, like sirens striking the ears of the heart
at light speed, love speaks.
While she is sleeping
I send these words,
silent to her eyes but to the ears I pray they be heard.
I send them straight to her universe. My eyes gaze upon a starry night while she lay in darkness with eyes shut tight; I am there, though I cannot touch with my hands, I know she will feel these words hit her ears. While streaks of light flicker in her eyes, I am watching stars shoot across the midnight sky, thinking of which words to write,  knowing they will reach you.
Then I feel a slight grin appear on her face; falling deeper into her space, I could have sworn I heard her say, "I can hear you."
The feds take my sibs land
The feds take the rural land
The feds steal it right under your nose
You get played, you don't even know.
The feds **** the livestock and cattle
The ranchers are planters being slaughtered in battle.
The FBI murders and ****'s my family
The coastlines are barren
Birds fall out of the sky,
Experiment from the administration's control testing.
Property is disappearing
From right under your nose
Better wake up
You'll be the next host.
The FBI is taking my farmhand's good's
The CIA deals green leaf
And ****** mud.
They tell us their helping
They tell us its good.
Would of could of
Do something for good!
Do something now
American public,
We have run out of time
We're broke on the budget.
Take to the flag
By which you once stood.
Take to the grab
Of gun supplies, go to the
Woods.
Take back your homes
Be the knights of your day
Persecution's started
It's not far from your gaze.
Do something now
American kid
Your grandpa was probably once a farmer
And you'll be next on the feds list.
A need to know of what's happening to the farmers lands, ranchers land. AMERICAS land. Not only farmers youngins, the country. Our land is being destroyed by experiment testing as I and the west coast know


Need to know: the Clinton's have made a deal with the Russians and Mr Putin to buy American uranium from our landscape. You may check that little bitty up on the Google!

Innocent rancher out in Oregon was murdered in cold blood and while being shot in his back by a fed FBI agent, the mainstream seemed to have cover that up, yet video details online tell the story

Birds are falling out of sky with other animals washing up dead!
Not the weather folks,

Article from geoenginneringwatch.com

The U.S. government routinely conducts experiments on weather modification, and has been doing so for at least half a century. Previously classified under such names as “Project Cirrus” (1947) and “Project Popeye” (1966), weather modification is no longer a secret practice. In fact, a bill (S517) was sponsored in 2005 by Texas Sen. Kay Bailey Hutchinson, a Republican, “to establish the Weather Modification Operations and Research Board, and for other purposes.” This bill did not become law. Yet, there is reason to believe that various government institutions are carrying out numerous legal and illegal weather experiments without informing the public!

Note; yes this still happens, worldwide not only my great American country. As I've seen two other people speak about this here. The originations are called haarp. Yes a real thing the government openly uses in Alaska and other parts especially California its being used.
Haarp stands for .
High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program.
Originating in gakona alaska founded in 1993:
The High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program (HAARP) was an ionospheric research program jointly funded by the U.S. Air Force, the U.S. Navy, the University of Alaska[clarification needed], and the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA),[1] designed and built by BAE Advanced Technologies (BAEAT).
Yes you may check darpa to. Another man-made device to ruin a once great nation. You should ask a question to yourself as an American!
Why does and is this happening? As it all is.
It's called government dominance
Also stating a control mechanism! Every thing an American eats he is told what to eat because someone bigger than them tells then is good. As we shove gmos in our bodies
( gmo) genetically modified organism.. GMOs (or “genetically modified organisms”) are organisms that have been created through the gene-splicing techniques of biotechnology (also called genetic engineering, or GE). We are told what to watch
So we watch it.
I don't expect anyone to understand an old stranger
Like me. I don't understand many things of others
Either \ their strange to me to
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back, just a half a mile from the railroad track
An' you can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

"Alice's Restaurant Massacree- song by Arlo Guthrie-
"Alice's Restaurant Massacree
City streets go both ways.
Aggressive traffic
Sometimes, Empty Lanes.
One must not cross until a space forms along the space of the day.
One looks both ways not to  just to stay safe, however, to see who's coming.
They stay alert, meet a new ride, and drive with new friends along distant travels and places.
Not every stop that's made will be bad nor shall it be good.
We **** the feelings of intuition , give a chanced called "Get to know the situation," and we return to our original path on life's highway.
Horns mark the way for it to remain clear as one drives on.
Sirens alarm drivers, around them, of a rushed need to be to help those in need.
A screech of tires, busted glass, a few misguided words, and the wrong thought about a moment's mishap can ruin the transport to friendship...love....family...even one's road's final destination.
we end up in the waiting room of the Roadway's Medical Center to catch our breath, heal, and to go on to some better destination and city.
We all have our favorite type of transport. Motorbike, Classic Muscle, Fancy British Luxury toys, and comfortable and meager wheels that are reliable and never let us down.
we determine the type of vehicle, that we like, just as we scout for those to fill our lives.
The moment brings them into our paths and the moment then defines where the trip shall go from there.
The longer you ride that certain way of transportation  to the ending of the road-trip in your life, the more destinations and different forms of motorcade do you learn to associate with and enjoy travel with.
Now you've reached the next destination on the next stop in your way of life. You don't have to have a limit to those you ride along with , in life's car pool.Just chose the safe and enjoyable caravans and bus-lines in which to hop aboard. It is  then when your hearts shall sing road songs that shall make your heart beat through your chest and the sharpness of a group to enjoy life wit, a sharp vision.A truer vision that cuts to your core like a sharp knife.
“This’ll be her last winter”
My father says in a
Soft sort of way
The same words I’ve heard him say
Countless times before
He always had an understanding
Of life and death
and A quiet acceptance of both

As we drove the road sides
Were littered with bodies and snow
Corpses waiting until spring
To decompose

He’ll never worry again
About being the last one left
The people mill about as if
Nothing’s changed at all
but He can’t stop looking at
The place where she used to sit
and It hasn’t quite sunk in yet
That she’s gone, forever
He’ll never see her again
She’s never coming back
and He can’t shake the feeling that
He no longer belongs in this place
He can’t move on and he
Can’t go home
Because she is dead
She is dead and he’s
He is the one that remains

This was her last winter and she
Nearly made it through
He holds his tea between his fingers
and Looks at me as he whispers,
“This’ll be my last, too.”
I'll let you hurt me..
I'll let you tear my heart out..
I'll let you burn my insides..
I'll let you **** a part of me..
I'll die one bit at a time..
I'll cry with all my might..
What I won't let you do is.. take my dreams away!!
I won't let you take away the light that leads me on!!
I won't let you take away my breath!! My life!!
I won't let you take away anything that I hold dear!!
For when you'll be tired of making me suffer..
I'll get up..
And I'll put back all the pieces that you have shattered..
And that day.. I'll make sure..
I'm much better at everything you tried to ruin me at..
For everything that tries to pull you down,
there is a little something inside you,
which if you hold on to,
you'll be able to make it through
 Feb 2016 Paul Butters
Torin
When people are searching for god
The very often look to the skies
They very seldom look inside their minds
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