Dear God, I am so glad that you don't exist. I can't imagine what I would do if you were real. So many good chances to die but still I persist. God, only you can understand how I really feel. Many times in my life I wanted to believe in you. It would have been so nice to talk to someone. To be able to explain how I felt when blue. God, I would have shared this with anyone. Thank you, God for making me totally insane. I feel so much better knowing nothing is real. At least, God we have insanity in our brain. God life is wonderful because you are unreal.
The world was so very scary. Everything in it scared me. I became a vacuum of reality. Reality became a real fantasy.
I talked only to me out of fear. I survived but so did the fear. I lived in a fantasy world of fear. I became a monster of my own fear.
I would never smile no, not ever. I learned how to hide, so clever. A world I would leave, no never. An impenetrable fortress of forever.
A screeching whirlwind began to appear. Where no time and space became the fear. My mind stretched; I became a great tear. Matter and anti-matter I could bear.
I became so powerful that light went. As the blows came my anger would vent. My rage became horrible and I rent. Stuck in inner and outer space bent.
I think that would be a clear way to put it, yes. I remember that one hand clapping a great work. We can hear two but to hear one hand clapping takes imagination.
Thank you, Nene. :) I know I watch a lot of sci-fi but some of it makes since. I love Stargate. I was upset at Heaven's Gate, though. Poor fools thought they were going somewhere. It is like the Spanish Inquisition. So many tradgedies and like Aristotle said, "Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely".
Dunno 'bout you,but sometime I see he connections in my mind, and trying toput it in words, as yo do, is almost impossible... One thought leads to another, another...
Thoughts...
Heaven, guess what? oh, we are IT! Nary a place, as a state afetr, and after and now everytime, Alltme moments to thunder rage and empty vessel renewed awhile look out! path cleared and good, GREAT! Damage and Powerlust come intentional Pure rageing justice Awesome to behold And, all hushhh.... as no sound follows thunderclap and reverbing leads to mute
Then... with all gone and done listen with spirit while temultuous tears around us reach the volume down, down... and hear it
Beautiful poem, Nene. :) My father was an abuser. He abused me in many ways. He was absolute power no matter who he was with or where he was. He got so angry once he told me if he ever got so he couldn't control me that he would grab a club. I told why don't you just kill me and get it over with; that way atleast you will be happy. He would go into a rage and I would be terrified until I started laughing uncontrollably from fear then he would say don't laugh at me. Like me he was abused by his father when his father would log chain his brother and him to a tree and whip them with a bullwhip. I got help in rehab. I vowed I would not turn into him. Any good doctor will tell that laughter is the best medicine.
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