Surrender

Hard to take.. harder to bear.. just cannot focus on I am and survive in this life… forced to subordinate now.. under another’s roof, and compassion. Body not working, can’t keep up.. payments, food, rent.. what’s made is spent, maybe change left over..

Take the house.. the car.. the credit.. another box, another prison… moments to self, all one may anticipate.. get safe, in your seat.. and get ejected… can’t afford it, can’t live it.. where would you be, if no one helped… you have a place to stay… no matter the rules imposed, or the guards.. trust the day that you get out… of all.. creation.. creations.. living others lives…

Manipulations of help and unwant.. what may work within their plan.. plays no rules in yours.. you have to work, for dollars.. as someone in charge needs them.. to secure their life, oddly, at your expense.. comfortably survive, ones only outside task.. inflated by egos, seek the cherries on-top.. keep them inflated, at your loves expense.. join them, curse them, climb above… just go along, one way or another…

Who’s to say, if not you.. what will be the rules… laws, judgements, debts and tomorrow’s jail the unrealized slave.. to know, or not, which is better.. striving for goals of you and others… does not self get left behind.. starts as a shadow, then to it adding many upon the years.. have you become the goal, the consumptions, the content yet.. whispers from your darkness, call out in their cycles.. demanding you attend self.. are they cast out, argued, amended.. from the goals’ perspective, or self…..

Maintain sleep, or awaken unto madness.. Spark gives you the choice.. be not sleeping, nor simply aware.. waking is a process.. never to be a plateau, achievements of retire.. ask the sisters if it’s worked for them.. even with much human help.. little ones in large egos… they play on for millennia.. don’t follow choices, but the chooser.. seek before.. thoughts of others, based on conditions.. creations maintained by others.. the chosen resides not within places spent.. not in structures, formations, ideals of so-called great (sleeping) men…

Do what is just, to soften their blows.. little cesars get what they want.. give them back their currency, to each lords of land.. nails to their coffins, burying them down.. cover them up.. with their blankets’ sorrow… rise above their fray.. soar above, observing beasts below.. fighting for their kingdoms, conquered and accumulations.. where resides these desires in truth.. do not babes and meek suffer at your expense.. by maintaining these machines of empty…

They be the blame, we be the cause.. whom made up this game… all pointing to others, they be the culprit.. while buying lies and wares.. making each, their own kingdoms… staying positive, sisters say.. staying among the predators, you become one, of lesser or same.. irrespective the intentions… the meek still labor, suffer and die.. push it away from you.. as far as you may… build your own fence.. keep them at-bay…

Exploited souls bear the brunt.. souls bared observe the prisons, and their guards.. in families, friends, manipulators and collectives… lash marks of another call.. the beasts walk amongst, not knowing themselves to be…

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