They hated me, they wanted me dead,
They tried to remove my head,
I took away their sword and used it on them,
I sliced and jabbed, cut and thrust,
The worst of them were the upper crust,
They thought if funny that I lose everything and all,
I fought with the tenacity of a cornered lion,
Yes, this was a nightmare and I ain’t lyin’…
Into my waking life it followed,
Too write it I had to as you see do,
I left very few to live, to of my story tell,
I did jump from a very high rooftop,
I remember not if I did splatter on the concrete,
But from a hundred or more floors like a stone I did drop…
Ed, heaven doesn't want you and hell's afraid you'll take over! Seriously, I do understand what you're write is all about. When I was 15 this one guy and I broke up. I went home and took 13 aspirins. I threw up. I'd miss your wit if you did yourself in, hon!
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
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when your time is up!
Always,
Deborah
And another thing… This crazy poem is as crazy as that dream about doing away with oneself. What a crazy thing to do. Dream like that, I mean.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
interesting blend of death, dreams and deity ...
btw, yours is longer than mine ... lol ...