It’s absurd you know… To come to a place where I AM now To learn that the words I speak determine for me...The life I AM to live
Really silly -I’d say To know that my feelings actually Make my bed and then force me to sleep in it.
Messed up and needing extra covers... Nightmares are hard to sleep through You know... why didn’t someone teach me manners So that I might have watched my mouth and not cursed the guy next store.
If I only knew then what I know now..."Momma why did't you tell me?" "Didn’t you want me to know?"..."Were you afraid of what I might become, If you gave me a heads up on words and the power they had over me"
"What a mess you handed me!"… Simple words...incomplete sentences... fiery explosions of Love shot into my mornings,
my noon’s and finally my nights.
"What did you expect I’d become with All this gibberish I was handed?"
This second revised edition describes, from Onlinesss Self Awakening perspective, the major Truth-consciousness realm-waves of transcendent Self Awakening
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
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