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SOMETHING TO BE AWARE OF IS THE MORE CENSORSHIP YOU SEE INDICATES AN ENORMOUS AMOUNT OF PROPAGANDA. PROPAGANDA DOES NOT DEFEND THE LIES IT TELLS BUT SILENCES THOSE WHO TELL THE TRUTH TO EXPOSE THEIR LIES. KEEP THAT IN MIND. TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS AND INTUITION. TRUST THE VIBE YOU GET. PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT IS GOING ON. SPEAK UP WHEN YOU CAN. KEEP IT SIMPLE. KEEP IT REAL. TRUTH

DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVES FROM DIFFERENT MINDS

THOUGHT OF THIS WHILE LISTENING TO SAT KRIYA...SAT NAM ...TRUTH IS MY ESSENCE AND JUST THOUGHT IF TRUTH IS MY ESSENCE THEN WHAT ARE MY LIES...SO THIS CAME ALONG...

I AM LISTENING TO WHEREVER  YOU GO  THERE YOU ARE ON AUDIBLE...I LIKE THAT TITLE AND HAVE MEANT TO CHECK IT OUT FOR AWHILE SO MIND WANDERING WHILE LISTENING MADE ME THINK OF CONFUCIUS. I USED TO HEAR CONFUCIUS SAY THIS OR THAT A LOT IN THE PAST BUT CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I HEARD THOSE EXPRESSIONS BUT HE HAS MANY REALLY GOOD ONES WORTH INVESTIGATING...ONE OF HIS QUOTES IS IN THE POEM....I HEAR AND I FORGET...I CHOSE THAT ONE CUZ I HAVE HEARD MANY OF HIS QUOTES IN THE PAST BUT HAVE FORGOTTEN THEM...

AN OLD SONG I HAVEN'T HEARD IN A LONG TIME POPPED INTO MY HEAD THIS  MORNING  SO I LISTENED TO IT FOR AWHILE...LATER I STARTED TO WATCH SOME WEIRD MOVIE CALLED THE TUTOR AND ALTHOUGH I WAS INTERESTED IN FIGURING OUT WHAT WAS GOING ON MANAGED TO DOZE OFF ON IT SO NOW I GOTTA REWIND IT AND SEE WHAT I MISSED ...THEN STILL WONDERING WHAT DIRTY LAUNDRY WAS ALL ABOUT...THAT IS THE  OLD SONG THAT POPPED INTO MY HEAD THIS MORNING... JUST WROTE THIS POEM...THAT IS ALL...WELL I WAS THINKING ABOUT HOW WEIRD ALL THIS WILDFIRE SMOKE LATELY FROM CANADA IS TOO. i DON'T REMEMBER THAT EVER HAPPENING BEFORE AND NOW WONDERING WHAT IS UP WITH THAT. I WAS THINKING  ABOUT HOW WE SEEM TO BE HAVING CALIFORNIA WEATHER  FOR AWHILE LIKE WARMER THAN USUAL FOR US AND THEN WITH THIS WILDFIRE STUFF WAS THINKING DO WE HAVE TO HAVE THAT TOO LIKE NOT ONLY THEIR WEATHER BUT THEIR WILDFIRE SMOKE TOO EVEN THO IT IS COMING FROM CANADA...JUST SEEMS WEIRD TO ME...WE ARE NOT THAT CLOSE TO CANADA THAT IT WOULD TRAVEL THAT FAR AWAY...JUST WEIRD STUFF GOING ON...I DON'T REMEMBER EVER HAVING ANY KIND OF WILDFIRE SMOKE ALERTS HERE BEFORE SO WHY NOW...SOMETHING  WEIRD IS GOING ON...PRETTY SURE THAT IS ALL  I CAN THINK OF FOR NOW...

I WAS LISTENING TO THE WISDOM OF SUNDAYS ON AUDIBLE WITH OPRAH WINFREY AND THE LAST SPEAKER SAID...  ANSWERS COME AND GO

BUT QUESTIONS REMAIN....THAT STUCK IN MY HEAD...

SOUNDED TO ME LIKE THERE WAS A POEM IN THERE SOMEWHERE SO I CHANGED IT UP A LITTLE AND ADDED TO IT...THAT WAS THE INSPIRATION FOR THIS POEM...KINDA REMINDED ME OF MY ARE THERE ANY QUESTIONS...ARE THERE ANY ANSWERS...HA HA...SOMETIMES THERE WERE NO QUESTIONS BUT I GOT SOME ANSWERS...YOU NEVER KNOW...

I WAS TORN BETWEEN WHAT'S IT ALL FOR AND WHAT IT'S ALL FOR...I LEFT IT ALONE BUT THAT WAS  ON MY MIND...WHAT WAS ALSO ON MY MIND IS YEARS AGO I WROTE SOMETHING CALLED TIME UPON A ONCE THAT I MAYBE TITLED SOMETHING ELSE AKA TIME UPON A ONCE  THAT I  RECITED OVER MUSIC AND HAD ON WAVOME A WEBSITE THAT SHUT DOWN BUT AT LEAST THEY GAVE YOU WARNING THEY WERE DOING THAT.. ANYWAY  I KNOW I SAVED THAT STUFF BUT NOT SURE WHERE I SAVED IT...HOPING IT IS ON A FLASH DRIVE  SOMEWHERE BUT IT BOTHERS ME I CAN ONLY REMEMBER THE FIRST TWO LINES WHICH WERE TIME UPON A ONCE....DYSLEXICALLY INCLINED...IT BUGS ME THAT I CAN'T REMEMBER THE REST OF IT...ANYWAY I MISS THAT TIME UPON A ONCE SO COMPROMISED AND SORT OF USED IT HERE IN SOMETHING NEW...I THOUGHT IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN ON SOUNDCLOUD WITH SOME OTHER RECITED POETRY BUT I DIDN'T FIND IT THERE...OH WELL..IF IT EVER SHOWS UP I WILL SHARE IT AGAIN...

SOMETIMES MOODS ARE AFFECTED BY WEATHER WHETHER IMAGINARY OR REAL...WEIRD HOW SOME THINGS MAKE YOU FEEL...

I REMEMBER WATCHING CHARMED AND WHEN THEY WOULD READ FROM THEIR BOOK OF SHADOWS I USED TO WONDER IF THERE WAS MAGIC IN POETRY...I WAS ALWAYS FASCINATED BY RHYMING WORDS AND MOST OF MY POETRY IS RHYMY SING SONGY...I LOVE RHYMES...THEY ARE A MAGNETIC FORCE FOR ME...I THINK POETRY IS MAGIC BECAUSE NO TWO PEOPLE READ EXACTLY THE SAME THING...YOUR INTERPRETATION OF IT BRINGS YOU THE MESSAGE YOU NEED TO HEAR OR THAT MAKES SENSE TO YOU...WHEN THE  RHYMES COME IT FEELS LIKE YOU GOTTA WRITE THEM DOWN FAST OR YOU WILL LOSE THEM FOREVER...LIKE YOU GOTTA KEEP UP WITH THEM AND WRITE THEM DOWN QUICKLY...THEY ARE ELUSIVE...MAYBE TOO MUCH INFORMATION AND YET YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH INFORMATION...