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AWAKENING MINDS

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Under the Influence

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A tablet of Percocet was recently taken
My mind is forsaken
Mixed with elevated pain
Why do I continue to take them?

Medication don’t seem to handle my pain
But they get me drowsy and screw with my brain
My neurological synaptic impulses
Medication gets me irritably agitated and very compulsive

Feeling explosive
Daily, as I’m forced to just deal with my pain
These pills don’t do much, but only add to my neuro-musculo-skeletal strain
I don’t know what else to do so I many times do not take’em
I’d rather deal with the pain
Than to deal with dieing organs cooked up like bacon

I admit at times I feel forsaken
But I DO NOT nor will I deny my God or His presence in my existence
I can hear His whispers and feel His power holding down my futile resistance

Sort of like a spiritual straight jacket
So that to myself I can’t do any harm
The thoughts I’ve had over the past few weeks
Would cause any of my loved ones to be alarmed

But God intervened
For He caught me at my lowest
I almost gave in to my weakness and depression
Almost swallowed all my pills
And my brain, I wanted to just blow this

Not to be too specific or even highly graphic
Because I don’t need to show it
But my mind is so filled with mixed information and lies from the deceiver
That I have intellectual and emotional traffic
Information of elevation is something I beg
I gotta have it!
My hand you can try to slap it
Feeling ‘out of it’
As I write these words of disbursement
Body feeling heavy like a watered down levee
Blood time line in my next rhyme
My mind is flying in a no fly zone out of its dome
Around the world it desires to roam
But not in Papal Rome
But on top of an anatomically processed clone of a drone

Broken bones are what I feel constantly although none are broken
Most are arthritically hurting
And no I’m not joking
Connective tissue disease along with dementia and liver disease
If you woke up everyday in pain
You too would beg God please

Take either the pain away
Or the life itself that suffers in such anguish
I sometimes ask God to take me and have me disappear into thin air
Just take me and have me vanished
Become the dust of the earth from which I was created
But my daughters smile pops into my mind
And my faith
Is once again completely reinstated!

SkTzO

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