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Sugar Coated Dreams

Published December 14, 2017 by tindertender

You'll hate me

Sugar coated toxic dreams
Perfume of a vile spew.
From mouth he screams to ‘eat it’.
Do not warn others,
Do not spit it out.

He tells you, you do not care.
The fact that you don’t want to eat his poison
Proves it.
Malicious intent he says you have,
But he sees his own reflection …
Incapable of claiming it.

Repeat

Published December 13, 2017 by tindertender

Repeat

Fields of sweet
Dark night sky
Chilled to the bone
Cars passing

Guessing game
Fitness buff
Energy missing
Stillness

Notes long lost
Memory lapse
Wishing for difference
Accepting the past

Wounds heal slow
Pain lingering
Fresh new beginning
On horizon

Eat
Rest
Sleep
Waken

Over again
Wondering
Starting line
To finish

Repeat

Too Close

Published December 12, 2017 by tindertender

Sardines in a jar,
Friends who don’t speak,
Injuries needing treatment.
Long drives with nowhere to go.
A refusing of getting ‘too close’.

I'm not one
Service toward others,
An unwitting presentation.
Naive, coasting along, being.
Knowledge held back,
Sleeper knows not, they sleep.
Awake now,
Understanding sets in …
Or does it?

It Is All Worth It

Published December 4, 2017 by tindertender

Two doors opening to star filled skies. You say you’ve never felt like this before. Surely you have, although you may not remember, for you all are like me, and I am like you. Deeply, what affects one affects all.

Unconscious consciousGracious gifts we give to each other through our experiences. Knowingly or not, every event that has impact on your life will affect every life around you. People do not even have to be in the same room, the same city, or state, or even county. It is all interconnected, WE are all interconnected.

I see you laughing, I feel your joy, I sense your heartache, your pain. I witness the battle as it is waged and I see you standing, so brave, so strong. I want to be like you, I envision a world where everyone is … fighting for peace and freedom in a new fashion, yet an old one too, reborn into a world of chaos.

I am glad you are here to teach us the ways of peace. I am thrilled to find that these threads belong to me, are present within my being. Even though we are apart, we are near, heart to heart.

Thank you for showing me how it is done. Thank you for teaching me patience. Thank you for steadfastly showing me that perseverance for a cause benefiting all, increases, blossoming and healing.

I am blessed to witness you as you breathe. I am joined to you, our roots entangled through time. As time speeds up, and then slows once more, we arrive at seasons, where we can relax, and know it was all worth it.

 

Harsh Reality, Hard To Admit?

Published December 1, 2017 by tindertender

Little Packets of poison disguised as food. Tasty treats that kill. Profiteers fill their pockets while the masses swallow tears.

Golden halo, turn a blind eye. Towers topple with barely a sound. Innocence, trusting, not noticing crooked smiles, fraudulent copies of what is good.

Almost doesn’t account for what must be done, for in truth an unwinding of time is on the horizon. Many will be surprised, for they are not paying attention.

Rigid MethodDisdain and slander spew from closed minds, compassionate hearts still care. How is it that “chaff” is sprayed into air killing forests, burning.

Story has it a chosen few will be salvaged, saved. Could it have been a mythical tale to prepare us? It’s happening now, believe it or not. Release rigid teachings if you care to see.

The material that is sprayed is a mix of radar-sensitive particles (chaff that is loaded with barium and aluminum) … https://healthimpactnews.com/2015/artificial-clouds-and-geoengineering-pubic-exposed-to-toxic-chemicals/

This “chaff” gets all over, and inside of, everything, it rests in branches of trees, it is absorbed by the soils, it fills the rivers and streams, it is in every body, every living being.

Matthew 3:12
His winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will thoroughly cleanse his threshing floor. He will gather his wheat into the barn, but the chaff he will burn up with unquenchable fire.

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