Health Poems (230)

My true love will be my special treasure, my new love always deserves nothing but true love and compassion at all times. She deserves happiness at all times and treated with my special love she always wants and deserves. Treating her like she's a princess no matter what. Taking care of her when she's having a bad day or ill. I'm a loving man waiting to treat my gal with love and respect at all times good or bad.

I Have No Idea how I'am going to do this?
So I'm just going to do it!
Not Sure how your going to help?
Maybe in a Different Language Yelp!
But I Hope you Will?
Cuz we are all going to be Ill & Writing a Will,
Like Our Dead Uncured by the Pill!

Our Earth is Crying, the People, Animals & Plants are Dieing!

It's Time to Stop lieing!
We have to start Trying!

People got Disease Problems!
I got a solution, I want No Restitution!

I want you to know there is a way to go!
& it won't be slow. The Cure is fast to help you Last!

You don't have to go Steven & The Bacteria Boot Song say so!

Here it is! We got Cancer, Aids & Superbug to!
I want you to live! How about you?

I have a Cure! It's all Pure! & I know it's for sure!

A Little bit of Crocodile & Alligator Immune system Blood Antigens
in the brew with some Turtle & Snake Blood antigens to,
Helps you know Who!
A smidge of Copper Supplement and Vitamin D with
some Coral Calcium to help you see!
Also some Apple Cider Vinegar and Grape seed Extract to be Exact!
with some Black Seed, it's a Need!
A smash of Baking Soda ( No Aluminum ) ew!
"Don't want to spoil the Brew"

Finally with a dash of Real Old Sea Salt
Brings that Disease to a Halt!

Now pick up your pen or your keyboard and let it take flight,
Time to stand up & fight!

A bit of this & that wether your skinny or fat, instead of laying Dead and Flat & thats where it's at!

Our Blood is all the same!
Incurable Disease is not a Color, Race or Religous Game!

We All Die the Same!
Time to end this Incurable Game!
Stand up for yourself or Be dead & Lame!

Farming the Animals is the way to go!
So we don't Kill them all you Know!

So spread My message wide & Far!
Sing it in your Car or in the Bar!

We are running out of Time fast!
It's Time to give the leaders in the Medical world a blast!

TO GET ON IT! WE WANT to LAST!
Instead of being a Person of the Past!
it's Time to give them The Bacteria Boot Blast!
Steevn 229

Though it may seem only judgment in psychology
I'm really assisting The "Body" in it's assimilation of "nutrients"
in THE SPIRIT,you see.
The rational thought process;opening our attunement to the influence of our divine nature
Being on "the wheel" in THE WILL,
with my rewarding honorable Harp gift
you can see the ripple effects are working out a cure as we all experience the Last Days' shift!

Hi a very very very special day to me I just wanna greet my self Happy Happy Happy Birthday Shoelace

Lost, never to be found. Time for the circus to come into town.
Everyone wears a smile. While I'm hidden behind a mask of a frown. Around and round. Someone help me off this merry go round. In so deep. No chance of ever being found. My God I'm sinking about to drown. Watch as my broken heart falls into pieces to the ground. I'm screaming yet nobody hears a single sound. Buried alive. How hard does my heart pound?

My heart and soul are dipped into an ocean of teardrops. Seems like this sadness never really ever stops. Here I am bound by the planet Mars. Somehow found by the greatness of stars in a universe of pain. Only to be lost and not found yet once again.

I answered the door and found that melody of the past
It disguised itself well this time
Didn’t seem familiar through the peephole
And was wearing a different shade of skin

It spoke to me in many tongues before
Sometimes using a thick accent
Or emitting a new scent
Hiding behind this mask or that

And each time I was fooled
Not paying close attention to its tempo
But eventually recognizing it
As my walls continue to grow

toen ik nog een jongen was had ik dromen dromen over iemand die van je hield die je niet wegschopte als een hond niet sloeg zonder reden niet vernedert zonder reden er was oorlog in mijn hartje ik was 10 al die mishandelingen zonder reden door iemand waar je van hield je eigen vader al die pijn in mijn hartje zonder reden ik werd ouder ik raakte het spoor kwijt alweer oorlog maar nou met mij zelf ik raakte aan de drank ik was 16 ik zwierf door de straten in de nacht als een dief mensen keken niet naar je om geen woordje ik voelde me zo verschopt door alles we zijn weer een stap verder naar de weg die ik zocht naar 20 jaar verslavingen ben ik eruit gespronge gelukkig heb de duivel vaal gezien maart ik heb de oorlog gewonnen ik ben nou zelf vader van een zoon hij is speciaal die liefde die ik nooit gehad heb geeft hij mij zo de oorlog is over ik hoef niet meer the vechten is genoeg zo

dream

Damn, those fruit flies are cunning

And I think this is all very tiring

For fall comes too fast, when fallen leaves cause earth's tilting

A million tiny bubbles
pop their echos in my head,
surrounding me in a deep
relaxing calmness so wet.
The refreshing feel of water
trickling over soft fine hairs,
sinking lower and lower
into the warmness of my lair.
Tranquilized by the scent
of Eucalyptus and Lilly,
the waters softness caressing
every inch of my body.
The silent sound of ripples
creates a magical tune,
a song which i could listen to
forever, that is true.
But only screams and howls
of true horror are heard,
as i reluctantly pull the plug
and into cold air i emerge.

Those beautifull clouds in the sky
They always catch my eye
So soft and inviting
I like looking at the clouds seeing what I can make out of them
Sometimes I see angles sometimes animals sometimes faces
Those soft clouds look like they would make a great pillow
I can imagine myself laying on a cloud so soft and billowy
Wearing a pretty dress
Releasing all my stress
Not feeling depressed
Just floating high up in the sky
On a beautiful cloud
That I could call mine