Christos
"anointed one"

Many there are and have been.

Buddha
Krishna
Jesus
and many many more…

These are societies current -
All have the same concept of rebirth.

Be your own anointed one, love and kindness
to family and friends, known or unknown.
Your neighbour, you local street cat or fox.

We are are anointed with possibilities.

Love to all this 2020.

Cause I wanted to know why everyone likes that.
Its aways about hurt.
Please people - must we all be suffering our own *******.

I dont know how to make this a poem.

Give me
I need
you give
I demand
We regret
I am me
You are a ship sailing away
Demand is to release
We are playing in the sandpit of life.
re lation ship

Servant of what.
Me ?
Life
Courage
Blame
Need
Im not a servant to see..
Im simply a result to society, yes a person
who has no idea of Doctren bestowed on me.

I blame my lack of seeing whats in front of me.
When I was a child, I did see and feel everything.

Now its gone - I am a serpent of we.

Little sharp mind again, wish for freedom.

Maybe thats the Servant.

When the ripples of a moment move out.
I wait for the motion to arrive back to me
Waiting is clear thing we all need.
Wait for ripples to come back to thee.

Sensitivity of hearing

Cutlery and plates smashed in the metal sink
Neighbours rumbling loud and low
Cat calling 3 blocks away
Mind calculating and attempting to calm cat and sink
Loud is the nerve endings, like antenna of feelings

Why then super sensitive to sound, clicks, ticks
driving me to hold my ears closed.
Its outside .. sound is not inside I say to the wave.

The monster can grab and grip and whirl a tee spoon fall
ting, ting ,ting , and turn high frequency on.. to push fingers
to ear holes.

Consider me.
I hear the cat call.
I am connected to the noise of all.

The city world is low rumble and loud for my ears and fingers.
You can hear it also, but you can ignore it too.

Consider me - I hear it all of the time.
I can hear the dust falling, thats loud enough.

Aspergers - love and be kind.