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Are real xx

If I could speak I would utter words of wisdom

Of how the world needs healing and to see how

Deep the wounds are you need do little more than

Observe the concealing of the broken hearts and

Minds that even the simplest seeking would find

All about us

If I could listen and heal a mind I would seek that

Corner that space to find and sit there and listen

To all who wanted to say that today was that day

That pushed me past the point of caring made me

Fall from that cliff of sharing my soul and at the bottom

Is where you will find broken what this morning was

Whole in it’s desires to serve

If I could see a way past the hurt and pain again I

Would never sleep take off my dark glasses in an

Endeavour to seek all that was and is unwell with

The world you would find me by the road side dead

Eyes ears and mouth open not wanting to miss one

Single sight sound or word as I give my life for the living

Hoping that my mere passing would be enough for

Others to bring thanks and start giving that which is

Needed

But being the dreamer that I am I put on my glasses and

Do all that I can to hold back the tears and the screams

And thus I head home knowing all I can do is hold you and

Give that praise that you found me and it was my life that

You chose to save and tomorrow I’ll start another day another

Way to walk and show the world the love that I feel thinking

To myself that while I have you I know that his love and world

Are real xx

People should not mess with 2pac tunes co’s you carn’t improve that but some representation goes along the same lines if you listen to the rest of Lyfe Jennings stuff you understand his heart and minds inclination and thus it is acceptable in some instances for imitations to be allowed blessings xx

http://youtu.be/GIkhMeR1M8c

The pain

Regardless of the reasons justifications the fact remains that there is pain in the world this lack of inability to display love to another is slowly killing not only us but all about us what is it why is it that we are unable to give forgive show consideration to that other to upbuild rather than tear down to hold instead of push I feel the pain more deeply on some days more than others but always I am aware of the tears the crying the hurt the lying to ourselves before we meet or greet the other to deception that’s caused brother to hate brother and still I say in so many ways I have love for you but don’t know how to display how to make that pain go away and thus I suffer in my solitude not knowing how or what to do to make it all go away to say to another today will be the day that it all ends and our pain will be no more I we you are lost in the darkness of shifting shadows which we perceive to be the reality of it all as if a wave could tell the sea what and how to be ;s xx 

Governmental endorsement of racism to the point of promotion and enhancement of those brought to their attention for racist acts and omissions….

 

What could persuade a governmental department to keep accusations on file without investigation or notification that in fact accusations have been made.

What could persuade that same governmental department to entrust the career and livelihood of an individual to the person or persons whom originally made derogatory comments and accusations without proof.

What could persuade that same governmental department to award large amounts of monies in the form of contracts to a company whose main contact and contractor had been brought to that departments attention as being an untrustworthy individual whom abuses their position to further their own aims and those of their family members by the inappropriate use of funds and resources.

The department in question of that of Melton Mowbray Department for Works and Pensions.

The individual is that of Jane Meadows of Stamford…..

I’m in the process of compiling all evidence and proof for circulation upon this site which despite being copywrite protected is continually violated and used by the above mentioned individual and governmental department along with Leicestershire police, the Crown Prosecution Service, Leicestershire Probation Service, Stuart Williams of Catmose Federation and the MP for Rutland Alan Duncan.

Things are slowly coming together I’ll put the links to those racist whom are Rutland based whom have for the last eight years assured me that I shall never work again in the field of behavioural modification and the efforts including that of assaulting and allowing to be assaulted myself my possessions and my children.

Love is not a deception of heart nor mind

One does not find it in words unkind

It will not sleep with faults mere to find

To justify one’s woes

Love is not acceptance nor compromise

It never does seek a balance to refine that

Which already is

Love starts in darkness seeking a light

Love has beginnings in what was once

Only fright

Love has no ending regardless of plight

For love only knows love and will never

Fight to become something else

It is that aspect of self love that makes

One glow while others do gaze just

Wanting to know what is it that you do

I can only say it’s love don’t you know…. xx

Swept away

Do you not see the beauty

In the rain

That washing that drowning

For things never to be the same

The summer smiles as fears are

Swept away

The rivers the torrents as the

Ground opens up to say let

Me receive you as you pass

My way never to be seen again

The passing of a storm yet another

Chance to say we can start again

Everything is a dream

Everything is reality

Everything is as it is meant to be

For do you not see

The difference there be

In that there is no difference for any

To see between the living and the dying

Between laughter love and crying

For all are mere expressions you see

A feeble attempt to reveal to you and me

All that we are and can be

For there be no difference between you and

Me other than our restrictions of who we want

To be

xxX

My destruction only brought about

A new beginning another way of being

Without the anger and frustration of

Having known you in all your desire to

Conquer that which is only physicality in

All essence and trueness revealing that

Other me of spirit and light that other

Part that would put up a fight for the preservation

Of my soul of that thing that never dies and

Keeps me whole in its connection surprisingly

Even to you I fear not knowing what you will

Do when you find you have killed yourself

In all your greed and desire in stealth to steal

That which cannot be stolen and to lose that

Which cannot be re-found goodbye now for

Death does seek you not just to burry but never

To be found again in this system of things for the

Likes of you no salvation shall bring back your

Integrity for you sold your self and are dammed

Don’t you see

To be seen unheard with

So much to say

To be unable to move while

Running away from the mystery

Of it all and the wind makes the

Eyes water and sounds as if all

The world is calling your name

To be seen unheard while

Speaking what’s true to see

Disaster holding you and calling

You friend in the guise of those

That would help things mend or

So they like to say but the truth

Be known that really one day you

May have to plead for their lives

Without hesitation they have been

Stricken deaf dumb and blind the

Only sad thing I think you may find

Is that all was by choice in order to

Combine their greed with their physicality

To be seen unheard seems ridiculous to

Me

I tried to speak to you

But just kept passing

I open my arms to be

Greeted by air

I open my heart trying

To feel your beat and

Wondered only what

Was the harm that has

Come between us what

Is this distance that fills

Every pore

I tried to speak to you

But the dead have no voice

There is no need to lie

No reason to look away

Or pretend to be shy

For all I see is your shadow

Of dreams unheard screams

As your ready to cry

For the deception is in your heart

That part of you that was there

From the start

There is no need to lie

For I know where your headed

And to death say goodbye

For it was yours from the

Beginning of the end

No need for deceit no need

Of pretence

For shadow is your only friend

As I bid you farewell no

Outstretched hand is there waiting

For you

For your lies have revealed all that

Is true and brought about your

Own end

If I could love you do you think

That I would choose to be that

Other than which I am

If I could love you do you think

That what remained could be equated

To man in all his fallacy without that notion

That perception to be self reliant and

Capable in eyes and mind

If I could love you do you think

That you could love me for would

Not there be some notion conception

Of possibility that somehow things were

Not right for you cannot have a day without

A night and thus two lovers are never to be found

For one is always flying the other running ground

With misunderstanding manipulation and confounding

Questions of that which can be for is it not our lot

To never be happy in all that is physicality for can you

Not see the signs can you not feel the struggle of the

Universe as it calls out to the dying do go don’t go

Will you forever keep trying to reach me

Full moon tonight looking

Down upon me

Full moon tonight seeing

What it can see

Are there faces in that moon

Then tell me do tell me why

Those faces I never see

Full moon tonight lighting up

The skies

Giving all the stars that chance

To say goodbye to the dreams

Of yesterday lighting up the way

For everyone to say

Full moon tonight lets us go outside

And play in its glow while darkness

Does not know its being restricted

To the smallest of small shadow

Full moon tonight

Restraint sets me free

It stops me from responding to those

Things I do see and bring pain to my heart

Does stop my soul from my body do depart

And they find some commonality one seeing

The other feeling you see

Restraint sets me free

Keeps me out of that cage of mentality

Would you confine my very all it allows

Me to stand at those times I feel small enough

To disappear from this world to be swallowed up

Like a cry in the storm of ending that second that

Moment where there is no pretending that all will

Be alright

Restrains set me free

From me xx


 

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