12:44; otherwise known as 1244 MILITARY TIME PART TWO

I stare at my Crystal, a gift.

And I get a drink of water where

I buy coffee and trade friends

For PTSD symptoms’ life Sift

I Am but sand upon the shore

One grain, given to me luckily

Among many of them, lost are we

So I go buy bread at the store.

I could make it and stay in my abode

But then I’d be lonely, depressed

Because this society disregards me like

the bowels’ movement into the commode.

Awash am I in the sewer of life’s politicks

And religion of my youth’s discipline

Do we always have to rebel like is the norm?

Or am I ice cream patriarchy’s men lick?

And oh my GOD AND GODDESS; MY GOD AND GODDESS

WHY HAS THOU FORSAKEN THE POOR AND NEEDY?

OH MY GODDESS AND GOD; MY GODDESS AND GOD

WHY ARE MY PEOPLE SLAIN DAY AND NIGHT; NIGHT AND DAY?

I do not blame Thee, my Free

I do not shame Thee, my Lee

Why do people treat people

Like ghouls being slain by steeples’

Crimes upon humanity’s PAIN?

COME STORMS, ICE, FIRE, WIND, RAIN???

I always remember Thee, my Luv Life; and, as wrong as I appear to be constantly, forgive me please, You come back to Me as Real People, in all Goodness and Love, from Heaven Above.

That there, what I just stated above, is what a reincarnationist is—what a universalist IS. We remember The Good in Balance. Certainly, we know you have a dark side. We love your dark side. We love your light side.