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If you long for a life of
sunny skies day after day
you will be disappointed
nothing grows in a desert
settle for a little rain now and then
and someone to share your umbrella
I, myself am created, therefore, am part of creation.
I, myself am a creature, with the willpower to create.
Creating things unseen like oxygen
Evolving with evolution.
My creation will take you to the future, present, past.
Wise from wisdom
Bear ideology create revolution.
From circumstance to situation to solution
It all leads back to creation.
The begining of (all) things existing.
Birth of death, life on (of) earth,
Death being sacrifices, sacriligious.
The illusion of choice is created
The question of destined fate becomes silently dead.
The death of the physical is the birth of the eternal,
The death of the eternal is the birth of the physical.
Infinitly it is spiritual.
Intentional or coincidental, creation.
They'll tell you how beautiful are your wings,

While they bind your pinions and strip your feathers.

"So graceful and so precious!  Such lofty, ethereal things,"

The words like rusty chains, cracked leather-sentiment tethers.

They'll tell you, "Rise above the sorrow, fly from the pain,"

After they teach you to clip your own wings so you won't fall,

And when the confusion sets in they'll be the first to tell you you're sane.

"People can't fly," they'll say, and point to the wings nailed to their wall.
© 03/08/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved

I try to express the things that I think people need,
I don't write to try and make someone bleed,
Heart to pen, mind to screen,
I just wanna use my gift to help people see,
It's not about ***, race, religion, or creed,
It's all about healing, and love, and faith, and belief.
Is it only as black as widow ?
Can it be white as snow ?
Lingering, as a question i do not know.
What i do know, there is an existance called shadow.
We can see the shadow in all senses,
Especially the sixth sense.
Does it have any significance ?
Does it have a purpose ?
Is its existance coincidence ?
Can it be exhibited as evidence ?
Is it there, even when we dont see it in sight of light ?
Does it always have to be a physical appearance ?
Can we not have mental shadows, logically lingering.
Can we not have shadows of the soul, emotionally lingering.
Physically, as natural as creation.
Consciencely, as natural as creation.
Consciously, as natural as creation.
Perhaps, reflecting the resemblance of life in other dimmentional realms in dimmentional angles.
I have subsribed to being a scribe.
Scribble rapture with my scripture,
Scripture to free and capture.
Fertilising manure to mature,
Scribe on scriber.
When is it the right time to write?
When the timing is right ?
When the moment is ripe ?
When the mood is right?
Writting wrongs and turning wrongs to right?
Whatever about,
When you feel wronged ?
When the feelings are not placed right ?
What then? when that all is left?.
Like a heart
Like sanity
When the crowd has left?
No right-hand man
Take a wrong turn in life
Take a write turn in life
Is it wrong then to
write?
Is even, wrong or right the basis to write?
I am aware one has to learn to write to be able to write.
However,
Does one need writting basics through lessons to write right?
If there is a right way to write.
And,
Can one write to touch bases,
Right at the moment of experience?
Write about moments of experience?
Is there even the right time to write?
OR
its just a matter of having time to write,
Make the time to write.
Then,
That would mean everytime is write-on time.
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