We Chose IT, (though We don't Believe It)

We Chose IT, (though We don't Believe It)

A Poem by Healing Star

I'm Dying
I'm Crying
I'm Afraid
I'm a Spade

I'm Lying
I'm Sighing
I'm Lonely
I'm Only ... Me

We're Wondering
But We Know
We're Laughing
We've stubbed our Toe

We've Been Shown
What do we Own
Changing Times
So many Crimes

We Chose
Now we say Oh No
Get Close
If you want to Grow

Wake Up
Or you never Will
Stake's Up
Become Still

It's Now
All is Coming True
It's Real
You Don't Believe it's You

Let Go
Or you'll be Destroyed
Authentic
You can't be Coy

Even Ugly
We chose Authentic
Over not So
And incredibly Fake

Get Over It
Have some Balls
Show It
When Eternity Calls

Not Easy
But it's where we Are
Sleazy
We pushed the Bar

Conscious
Blind in many Ways
Nauseous
But it's time to Play



It is only through pushing everything to a head, everything crashing down, and that's what is coming, get ready. Trump will push everything to it's limits, it's all coming down, and from the ashes - the Phoenix will rise. Those who have let go before it all comes down, will be the Phoenix. It's simple - what we put out comes back to us, that is true at all levels - even at the country level, and what have we been putting out there for decades, pushing war domination everywhere, it's coming back on us. The quicker we let go of it all, the more well we will be with it, and the sooner we rise from the ashes. We chose it, how many times have we said, we want it all to be different, well this is how that's going to come about.

© 2016 Healing Star


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Added on November 23, 2016
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Healing Star
Healing Star

South Jordan, UT



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I am a man who has finally realized he needs to write down what matters to him, that I might learn from myself, what is important, what I value. To capture who I am now, for that is all we have is no.. more..

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