Harm;

Harm,

When, people are sick and, twisted, on a sickly demented mission, conditioned to poison themselves and others so sick they won’t listen. Have to vanish them for all eternity that is my decision.

What is a life without trials and errors, confusion and doubt? mistakes and indecision, fiending for comfort and ease.

Life is like a disease and we are contaminating one another. While, we sit back and watch the planet die, killing sprees, junkies hitting their dirty knees, broken glass shattered across the streets, riots all around, smell of black smoke fills the air, hard to breathe, hard to live, hard to succeed in such a cruel grotesque world.

Where are the angels? Why are the angels not fighting this battle? Where is the light to clear out all this darkness? I ask again and again. I pray for the galaxy guardians and protectors of our universe and planet to wipe the planet clean. Cleanse the demons, the toxicity, the plagues through out our lands.

Ask yourself will you change yourself when, there is nothing left? Will you change parts of the world when there is nothing left to change? Will we have a world left when, most of us are here cursing the lands and destroying the most precious vessel that was giving to us.

Life is precious, life is cruel. In the end. You are your own God. You create your own reality. You get to choose.

Harmed

Don’t be alarmed, clock hits midnight, I see all the city lights, junkies hit the streets, hidden crimes, sinful deeds seen in plain sight. Whose gonna get murdered tonight, where’s your children? Are they running the streets tonight? Endless Vicious cycles circling around the seams of teenage hopeless dreams. Walking around like zombies, zonked out of their minds on drugs. Whose the thug that gave them the chemicals? What is love? When all we know as a generation is hate? Hate fills the buckets of our cities of our societies. Love is the answer but, we aren’t searching for it.

Harm has been done to us, we aren’t acknowledging it. I wanna pull the plug from the life line. I wanna call the quits. How many hits and shots do we have to take? Until, the galactic federation and light warriors break? Or do we fold under pressure? Do we just bend back and become glistening and bright shining soldiers stronger then ever! I wanna know is there a destination to meet at the end of this rugged, dark treacherous road.

The roads are closed and dim. My light, is dying and I am wearing thin. Clothes are tattered and attitude is bitter, sour and I bite my lips and grind my teeth. Breathing through a mask, I can hardly breathe in. Suffocating under a locked down country. Behind, this global virus and epidemic. Screams lives of the trafficked women and children, the drug addicted teenagers and mothers. The homeless starving and without shelter. When will we look at our real life problems? Or will we continue to be a bystander and watch society crumble and fall through the cracks.

Being a healer, white light, warrior of light and light worker is not a joke, I am wiping off dust, dirt and bruises and scratches off my body everyday. Trying to make a difference in world so brutal and invisible to it’s own painful shameful games. The wickedness wretchedness ways. These are the dark daze and this world isn’t over yet. I see it’s end coming. I just pray for true healing and a recovered planet worth rebuilding.

Only if others, will step in and see a world worth believing and fighting for. We have to fight for each other. Practice kindness, love, faith and trust.

Not hate, greed, envy or lust.

I am done! I am filled with disgust! I wanna wake up to a world of peace!! I release this poem in hopes I inspire or spark, transpire an awakening spiritually in your minds.

So you can find your true soul mission and fight the shadow groups and elites and reptilians. These snakes will not win!!! We are born of light and they will be cast out!!

So many of us pure; so many of them built from darkness and sin.