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The process is to accept
The progressive retardation
Wrought by chemicals
A necessary adjustment
Reevaluating meaning
Value and worth
There comes a point when realization dawns
The point where intellects breaks down to the base line of ignorance
Where attachment is severed
The process takes everything away from you
But not before draining it dry of anything worth having
And so the grandest theft
Becomes
The most glorious gift
Of nothing
(This is not easy to understand or comprehend,
It is the  chemicals patient handiwork that allows eyes to see
To see and ears to hear
To hear
Without their scientifically regulated tutelage there are very very few methods that work in the 21st century that give them that side car joy ride straight the ribbon of BEING into to prayer closet of Nievana
Those of us who aren't willing to give up the things we attach to
The very things through which we define our selves, our souls, our minds, our hearts and our spirits
Drop them, move on a live without
When you realize you are living without, drip dmsomething else
It is the most difficult thing in the world
Yet by the end of the pilgrimage it has become too easy
Happiness is with nothing
Nothing is a clean slate for your imagination to create upon
This is heaven - wants nothing to do with the world
Process of chemicals and lack of sleep
It's a good thing
Though they who follow the path  will be laughed at and scorned
By people who will never understand them
White trash bad *** and Rhoads scholar on the same page
"How can they live if not like us?"
You keep living, it's your calling
We are called to the realm of the supernatural
Where we will create our own heavens
Songs, stories,books , interactive movies we may never die
But if we do we know what we left behind
I wii not find I difficult to close my eyes
Having created in such a grand scale
Albeit with chemicals and ignorance guiding my way
Isabelle Rhoads Nov 2020
I’ve a lot go on throughout my lifetime.
But I’ll always remember my momma’s wind chimes.
The chimes were always hung where the light shines.
It is above my deck; hung the right size.
My momma always knew what to use the chimes for,
for there it held my families core.
The chimes were meant to hold my family together,
as we shall love each other forever.
My family may not always be so clever,
but in fact, we always stick together.
For those wind chimes, have helped my family through easy and hard,
so we will never be scarred.
We’ve always had a bonfire in our backyard,
to celebrate the times that were always hard.
I’d hope to see those chimes never come down,
I’d feel like my family had lost their crown.
Those chimes mean the world to me,
I will never let them be.
The chimes of the house shall always be hung,
to rise above the old and the young.
The chimes have always been a certain color ,
to represent our love for each other.
The chimes have no meaning to many others,
but to us it has all these great wonders.
On the wind chime, it may not mean love,
but to me the chime means all of the above.
Happiness, joyful, laughter, and care,
the wind chime is still hung high in the air.
Now that wind starts to blow,
the wind chime spins and spreads love below.
The wind chime holds my family together,
As we will always love each other forever.




-Isabelle M. Rhoads
WendyStarry Eyes Oct 2014
"Believer"


[Daisley - Osbourne - Rhoads]

Watching the time go
And feeling belief grow
Rise above the obstacles
People beseech me
But they'll never teach me
Things that I already know (I know)

Dreams that have shattered
May not have mattered
Take another point of view
Doubts will arise, though
Like chasing a rainbow
I can tell a thing or two (That's true)

You've got to believe in yourself
Or no one will believe in you
Imagination like a bird on the wing
Flying free for you to use (OK baby)

I can't believe they stop and stare
And point their fingers, doubting me
Their disbelief suppresses them
But they're not blind
It's just that they won't see

I'm a believer
I ain't no deceiver
Mountains move before my eyes
Destiny planned out
I don't need no handout
Speculation of the wise
From the good Ole days :~)

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