a half century
50 years of garbage
and now I’ll turn one
in February
just a babe
in an adults world
clothed in another time
naked now in diapers
needing changed
and I passed the neon
sign that read
Liquor Ahead
a quarter century
smoked filled bars
brawls in alleyways
fisticuffs thrown down
blackened eyes bruised
by knuckles bared
drunken stupor
amidst vomiting anger
we lie there dry heaving
I inhaled and sighed
the horror
as I passed by a junk yard
filled with wrecked lives
classic cars for sale
with turned down buttoned up
lips smooches
on lip stick stained windshields
now bug streaked
and broken husks with cracks
a dime a dozen
hallways of haunted
high school homecomings
hollowed eyes smiling
stared down the aisles of time
marching in bands now silent
without a majorette
or mascot or pom pom girls
or cheerleaders
of jocks
in booby socks
a hell of a long time ago
or only yesterday
doesn’t matter to a babe
turning one
so long half century
of loss and tumultuous tiltings
of the tilt a whirl
or Ferris wheel
spinning away like an axis
on galaxies gone mad
hit by meteors from hell
like a comet tail
merely a million years
in Toto
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
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
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Love, Janet xoxoxoxo