“Government Property”

Tis was the night after Christmas. A grown-up version of holiday without joys. But thankfully, plus equally greatful for life as is. I am who I am. I’m a loner, by myself. Not affiliated with Christianity. Not apart of any Constable Force. Use to love coffee now switched to tea. Anyway the point of matter is: Soul owned by Christ, Jesus but the vessel is owned by the U. S. Government. Not made in China. But fabricated from the cloth of Jamaica, West Indese. We are all numbers but in the creator’s eyes, we are all stars. Welcome to a world of nominated actors and actresses You would think, I’ll speak no wrong. I don’t, just speak of truth. Love is love but that’s not it at all. When we show love to some and not all, we know not of love. Even the poor ones, some things better left paralipsis. But then again, it’s better to show than tell. No matter where you go, you’ll always find poor holding the poor down. Another man doesn’t want to see you with anything. Is this nowadays mire attitude, we as Golden(Black) people have. You asked, I’ve answered. Some still playing mind games and tricks. So I’m playing my parts without rehearsals or plans. I would’ve said I’m a cut above the rest, but that would be a big lie. Then lies compiles upon top of lies, it’s just too much. Toxic! Sometimes I ventures off into alien mode as if I’m not nonchalant. The introvert in me is telling me to give someone a hug today. Why aren’t people staying real anymore? Survival, simple. What else could it be, other than ilitarcy. You enjoy something a lot, it becomes addictive. Even too much water can be bad for your health, or kill you. Enjoy life giving moments, with or without someone special. This is The Days Of Epoch(D. O. E.) sort of like Jane but without the registration of a tag. Sometimes, there’s a sensation I recognize. Not wanting to stop writing, even while expressing polgnant feelings throughout these topics. I’ve realized grown-up only means doing things that you enjoy most, comfortable. What young people wishes we wishing the opposite, to be young forever. What am I to do with self that doesn’t involve government? Am I my own island? Do I look as if, I have my own island? Matter of fact, I’m still and losing weight. Denied snap because I’m Golden and skinny. If I was obese, I would’ve been eligible. Still using government wi-fi. For nothing, always admired the batting of women’s eyes. Wouldn’t even try batting my lashes not even imaginary. Leave it, to the women! Always wanted to be an escort or such. Missed looking in the mirror lately because of the resemblance to the higher powers. Past ancestors haunts me through my facial features. Downed my attires no matter the colors. Utilizing run-flats no more flat-tires. Been mornings, nights, nor days but only during meal prayers. String my heart to the cord of music like Bob Marley and The Wailers. Free as I’m going to be, don’t need to be no jailers. Lots of artists but how many painters? Lost a lot of profits it seems now waiting on government bail-outs. Cadences, taking me back to the streams: “Row, row, row your boats, gentle down the stream…merely, merely, merely, life’s but a dream… But I’ve, woken.*Exousia*