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Sep 2012
My feet planted
      down
         my toes
            Like
              roots              absorbing spiritual minerals.
Wanting to get
             closer and closer to the divine.
Exploring                           and searching other      dimensions. But not succeeding.
There is more spiritual minerals I will need.
More of my chakra points I should feed before I proceed
                 in order to give my life more meaning.    

When I walk upon her grounds
                                                  I feel that she is dying
when I listen to her sounds
                                            I hear that she is crying
the poker faces on trains,                                         buses and planes
                                         live a life that lies and
                          all of our natural attributes have run away
                                  from our polluted bodies.
                            The essence of who we really are now
                       a fairytale fantasy twisted and manipulated…
                                             man-ipulated…
                               mans truth has been pushed
                         into a dark hole in our hearts and minds.
                            The government is now cunning
                            and the religious now ignorant
this left-brained
trained
highly deranged society
now dances with the “devil” blinded by his darkness
unwilling to know truth
we have bittern her grounds
and now she is sick
we are her tumor
Written by
Mary-Ann Marshall  UK
(UK)   
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