Nothing like the sweet rain,
Pouring like the Delta River
On a gushing night
Accepting of the
Nature, in all its
Glory
Rain or shine,
Thunder or hurricane
Intentional or
Non-intentional
After a while,
One cannot
Decipher the
Real from the
Natural
Because all
Has an intentional
Purpose of dividing
And conquering
Red is suddenly
Green and yellow
Is magically blue
The concept
Of reality is
Deceptive in
Nature
A psychological
rape that is occurring
before our eyes
And the victims
are not privy
to the fact
that they are
the prey
Not realizing
that they have
little time to
escape and
run for cover
Honking their
horns and like
bulls heading
in their direction
Cactuses infused
in the mellow of
the desert
If some would
know its power
of the pines
that protects
its soul
Jaded by
the Moonshine
of it all
And accepting
that standing
in one’s power
will release from
the clutches of
the warfare that
superficially warped
the minds of many—
Thankful for the
clarity that manifested
and continues to
grow and enshrined
the spirit of heart,
mind and soul
Thankful for the
angels that provide
and clears the pathway
before entering the room—
Love you!
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