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White, Blue and Yellow shifted in a second as the smoke blue the images from
Thine's pineal gland to mines
She chose two words to sum it all up, TAKE CARE
These colors once so vibrant and important, communicating images and
silhouettes that led me to creation now run slow and dull
White morphed into grey with streaks of brown and black running thru
All blues are now black and blue for all my 12's have suffered blows and woe's
Systematically we are bruised from the 1st to the 15th chakra
How can this loss be made to feel like a blessing
Yellow was off completely and is now my new White
This new white heat now chokes and burns your skin within seconds of contact
There are no clues and guidance we are forced to maneuver thru these tunnels
and forest hidden within the missed
All once inspiring and comforting turned to stone and rocks with
Sharp edges.
Hugs and the touch of another feels like squeezing and disease
Love turned to hate as this hologram became my new world
Instead of breathing we slowly suffocate with just enough oxygen to keep us alive until the shift
Only then may we physically be with her once again
Feelings have become my best friends and loneliness seems to be at the quarter of
A mile road marker with every attempt to
TAKE CARE.
In my attempt to TAKE CARE, I've wondered how did she cloak these
conditions and create this world of vibrant color where anything would
grow from touch and love felt like it was the antidote for all
Hugs revived you and a good talking to made you feel like you could take on the world
Now a lashing with a switch meant you were gonna win and succeed at it all
The grand prize was in the bag
What did she possess that allowed her to create like this?
Do I have it ?.
I can only close my eyes and jump
For thine beloved has been blinded
