I was in need of assistance, was getting no attention in a world of greatness and superpowers
Help, taboo to even mention,was being swallowed up whole, in total apprehension. So I asked
for, there opened a door to another dimension, far beyond our comprehension, came
Divine Intervention.
For I came in lefe blind didn't know where to look although I kept ignoring that thing called
The Good Book, till my life SHOOK. Found, we're in an infinite life containing many hooks, Bite
even one your goose could be very well cooked. But the bait is so inviting, off the chain,
exciting soon for your life you'll be fighting. I also read; there will come much dread from a
hard head.
Hey, hit or miss, I got this. Goose pert near cooked, when snagged by a hook. Then hurled
into a wicked world. The extreme heat of friction from addiction. Hard bumps, big lumps
contusions and far out illusions. Then became stained from only trying to attain capitol gain,
where also came acid rain.
I couldn't envision the collisions from too many religions, creating complete indecision. While
tv and the internet, seem to bring division. Racism, extremism, egotism far too many isms.
What's next, a cataclysm? What looked to be a delusion, now a foregone conclusion. Then
came good news, it's ok to snooze you won't lose if the right path, Choose.
But how do you take hold when you're completely baffled? I stood confused, still catching the
blues from the drugs and the booze, turning the scrwes. Even though, I listened to people
throughout, at a time I thought I was coming about, without a doubt. It sound like good advice
some I listen to twice. Instedd of gaining ground, feeling, I was about to drown, about to have
a meltdown.
To add to my woes, all doors had closed, then got very cold, when I fell into a deep dark hole.
Everything was a blur, I heard an awful slur, Game Over. When I cried out for, there opened a
door, to another dimension, far beyond our comprehension and I was granted an extension,
Through Divine Intervention.
U Still In Missouri?
.
St. Louis Son
.
Out of the wrong lane
going the righteous way
makin the best decision
at crossroads. I heard.
.
In from the cold experience
avoiding alleys
buyin pya own bread
roof solid over ma head.
.
I never been there;
arm veins black and numb.
No summer nose, no
hurtin, but I heard about
ya. Clean. Yeah. Squeaky.
.
Lady A
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