A Poem by S.J.L.
What is Love?..
Oh Dear Juliet What is Love..?
Can You Hear me in these Depths
Swimming Without Air Through All My Missteps
In Tune With My Higher Self I Speak
The High Priest, An Age Old Prehistoric Prophecy
An Ever Unfolding Universal Destiny
So To Speak that Is.
I Suppose...
Better For This World To See, or At least By Leap of Faith to Take Flight With Chance and Merely Make-Believe.
Oh My Darling..
Oh My Dear..
Does Humanity Not See The Need For Change?
a Change in Rights..?
a Change in Ways?..
A Shift in Our Current.. a Change in Our Globally Directional Waves?!
You're Being Isolated, Segregated, Psychologically Enslaved By Our Own Race!
They're Polluting the Air Read The Books Not Just a Page!..
This is Universal.
They're Shooting Toxins Into The Cosmic Rays!
From The Everglades to the Ageless Milky Way!
This "Experiment" is a Pre-Planned, Mental Maze!!!
They Say Knowledge is Power
But What Happens When Good Deeds Die Out and Turn Sour?
When Greed in High Places Begins To Feed Off Your Minds Through Tactical Manipulation?!
Your Being Brain Washed By Your Favorite Radio Stations!
Oh My Dear Juliet Don’t Look Now There’s Evil Sitting on The Thrones Across Evey Nation!
All These Secrets Are For My Safety?.!
Is This a Dream or am I Dead If So Somebody Better be Awake With Me!
I Am of The Being Who Created Me!
Juliet!
Juliet!!
JULIETTTT!!!
The Gates of Hell Are Opening
Iv Seen Ancient Beings Awakening Deep Within The Darkness Of The Ocean's Depths!
Juliet!!!
I Give You My Heart, i Give You My Body, I Give You My Mind
Take Whats Left
I’m Near My Flesh's Last Breath
They Aim For My Soul Next
But My Ancient Self Has Already Been Awakened From His Ten Century Rest
Juliet!
Cant You Hear my Cries?..
I've Learned How to Control The Tides Of my Oceanic Life
I’m Manifesting Feathers, I’m Taking Flight
Its Not Over.
I'm Planting The Seed.
I’m Taking The Leap Of Faith,
I'm Taking The Leads.
Becoming the Rebel Inside Of Me.
This Life Is Mine.
It's Time For Our Inner Phoenix's To Rise.
Its Time For All The Stars To Shine.
The Skies Are Shifting Swiftly
The Clocks Have Begun to Unwind
Our Mind's Are Being Opened, UnConfined
Look At Your Star, Your Already Being Realigned
Maybe..
Just Maybe.. I Wont Have To Die Awake This Time.
- Adopted Philosopher §am ¡ @m, Confucius's Modern Age Right-Hand Being of a Man.
- July 22nd, 2019
