Unconditional Love and Pure Acceptance

Just call me misinformation that's not what I am Just call me misinformation Because you know that you can Just call me misinformation watch me take my stand you seem fascinated with your term conspiracy terrorist sorry i meant theorist  You seem to be a lot of things  focused on the rules daily created majority outnumbers you  your scared and so frightened Hiding behind your misinformation Narcissistic abuse  policed by a government dedicated to mental health There is no surprise,  all that is left is simmering anger People took to the streets  their heart alive with righteous anger Both sides defending their position As the KIng watched silently  May history record and remember  we didn't start the fire it was always burning  since the worlds been turning  You scripted out your fate  while thinking you were scripting ours we have yet began to dream  we have yet to start this brave new world For this brave new world  belongs to the free  not downtrodden broken humanity but a w

It's a quiet unyielding anger. Slowly simmering at away in the depths of the soul. Slowly churning and burning. A hunger and loss combined with a sense of knowing that things will never be the same again and being creatures of habit; this is disturbing. Change. Barack Obama (lightning falling from the sky - the meaning of his name) promised us change. He said he would be the president of those who liked or did not like him. Change. No one likes change or finds it comforting or exciting unless you are young and still able to dream. There will come a time in our lives when dreams fade and living becomes survival and one day fades into the next. Your words of hope and encouragement echo in the recess of a mind that looks out at a world filled with absolutely no care whatsoever.  Change is not something the body, mind and soul can cope with the older we progress and the wiser we become for it is inevitable that as we grow older we acquire wisdom, unless we choose to live within our ego

The Darkness must come out the Light  How do you live with yourself How do you live with the lies you tell How do you not censor the shit  that streams from your mouth We all have basic humanity  Basic goodness that exists  Basic empathy and a common need to survive The chess game being played  pawns are always disposable The Queen is dead The world's manifesting hell For what happens in the Spiritual World Will Manifest here  Surely you realize the power of the spoken word How you bitched and complained Well here is your creation  Behold the manifestation of all your negativity But YOU can change history Flip the script Do the opposite If they herding you  change your direction  become your own you  reclaim the power that is dwindling within you  turn the anger into positive anger  use the rage to motivate yourself  to out think them.  Create your own currency  focus on the life you want  put all your effort into what you need  It's working for the darkness The light will bani

  Act I [ edit ] In  Edwardian  London, Eliza Doolittle is a flower girl with a thick  Cockney  accent. The noted  phonetician  Professor Henry Higgins encounters Eliza at  Covent Garden  and laments the vulgarity of her dialect ("Why Can't the English?"). Higgins also meets Colonel Pickering, another linguist, and invites him to stay as his houseguest. Eliza and her friends wonder what it would be like to live a comfortable life (" Wouldn't It Be Loverly ?"). BRILLIANT!  William called Princess Catherine  Duchess Doolittle!  Catherine full name Catherine Elizabeth Middleton The Royal Family has indeed a very strange sense of humor!  Eliza's  dustman  father, Alfred P. Doolittle, stops by the next morning searching for money for a drink (" With a Little Bit of Luck "). Soon after, Eliza comes to Higgins's house, seeking  elocution  lessons so that she can get a job as an assistant in a florist's shop. Higgins wagers Pickering that, wi

  This is my family  This is what they do  They call me when they need me  But won't listen to a word I say  They want the money, they want the luxury But they won't give me ten minutes of their time They pretend they love me  So sweet, so kind, they pretend all the time Do you imagine I am blind to your actions Do you think that I don't hear the sigh  as  You answer the phone  Do you think that I am oblivious to your impatience I have two sons The sweetest one......gone!  He bought me flowers on any day  Especially on Mother's day Now the two remaining  Call me on no specific day Flowers.....now what is that? Money we could spend on us  Surely you know this to be true Did you think we here to love you? Our mother you may be  That's just because we need money   But I am stronger than you think  My mind recalls each and every action  My heart is branded bruised and now cold There is no more shivers No more fears There is knowing and seeing and hearing  Endurance this

  Princess Catherine of Wales I didn't mean to fall in love with you I didn't even try You were always there in the background You're life splashed across the Youtube and papers I watched as in the beginning you were torn apart Maid to curtsy to all the royals Though your station and position called for the reverse Humility, honor and integrity you displayed For all the world to see Regal in your splendour ' You walked triumphantly You followed protocol  Always the perfect wife You embraced motherhood with joy  You built a garden and left us breathless You shone so very brightly  You took my breath away I missed the christmas concert  Where your piano you did play You showed the world hidden talent You showed us what might have been You grew in stature and you grew in grace Whatever was taking place It never showed on your face Shamed as a racist  branded without one shred of proof You kept your head held high  You never stumbled never faltered We watched you all on thi