Fractal

I feel like I can’t  breathe sometimes

Trying to decide in which desire to confide or

Maybe my lungs have lost their branching ways
And somehow the fractal split taking not my sub or her consciousness.

When will the articles of confusion be illustrated with the delusions this world isn’t teaching us?

Nature prevails with things we assume are ails  but instead the sweltering love of a planet for her most ignorant inhabitants

Mother
How can we pretend not to see truth.

To not look in the eyes of animals
To sneer at the thought of eating our household pets but deign to believe other animals are cool to ingest?
It makes no sense and the jokes become hapless standing in no truth
I ask you
Would you drink ya Mama s Milk today?

Perhaps curdle some and later sprinkle over a stew?
Ew

right?
And somehow you feel constantly incited to fight
While thinking…… maybe not tonight
Fluoride coasting in your waterbed and you keep drinking sayin
That’s a conspirAcy they said
Them folks in Flint just complaining for nothing
Can’t even pay the rent, I bet
Hmm
We got water so
Fuck them?
The people who first came here. Thrown some land called reserved. Makes it look special
Got a valet in the back ushering in spirits in the tent space alotted
I guess y’all must be besotted with the fiction you’ve been taught
You came on earth free
And allowed yourself to be bought.
What’s your will telling you now?

Are you incited with rage that you paid for a subsisting existence.

A persistence of plagues and old age
An adage to a prism we’ve long since had the mission to accept and resurrect our greatest selves.
Self conscious and insecure and blasted with cosmetics telling you that’s why you feel abhorred
No
It’s your spirit raging against an untrue ecosystem
Breaking down your borders so that you’ll gain a feeling of resurrection and stop playing the game.

Wake up and stop acting as if this Earths gaining pain from anything other than this Ignorant Ass Game.
Let the people live by living , your fear of those across borders are causing murder of little boys and girls
Tiny children who grow into people with pain after watching their parents killed in a game,

families torn apart and countries smoking all to continue to gather tokens
To make your family safe
You keep yourself in greatest strength
You drink the blood of your enemies and call it a simple raid
A drill
Or a trade.
Why are we still continuing to be enslaved by the mindset that we are nothing? That we cannot effect an age, while quoting one or another
A person through who we have been changed
Wake up! You’ve been sleeping, and the world’s not been changed
We painted and we tried
But the mortar we kept the same
These countries are weeping
Our mother we’ve scarred
Torn into pieces and given no eye.
See this truth lately
See it all time
And I pray it’ll get to you
And you’ll change something , in time.

 

~AmaRose

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