Locked pit outside

You are being to visible they can label you delusional, your inputs will trap you into pits. . . Your truth speaking gifts can create locked intelligence. Control yourself in public before they chain you into entrapments. Blend in seem discouraged, as the ages of hidden powers can no longer be put away, you must harness become like the wind. Flow with ease and comfort while they want you to crumble. Pieces of material they steal , your delusions will soon become fancy like films. Abilities you carry like open weapons concealed. No one wants to hear the barricaded negative beams of forces they burst on to your life. No one wants you to speak , or tell. Turning those you love against you accusing you of instabilities. Soon your delusions will become fancy like films. . .  

Cristina Jimenez

 

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Luna Luna Alone

Patiently inclined to pursue the seriousness of these forces. A fatherly presence held my hand while I gathered noisy courageous volume to speak bold. I spoke to my past, present and future self. Now all that’s left is the unused soft decoding , the scented programming, and values like shimmering gems and Jewel’s. Reserved stillness of the one I missed. The lunatic hunches I missed. – Cristina J

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