Treating ourselves well
We can all tell
It is the icing on the cake and quite swell
When we all treat ourselves well!
So go from Hell
And expel
What mistreats us as well,
And then your horrendous woes
Can all be exposed
As those
That switch off our flows!
The body knows
Which way It flows
So evermore grows
A-Light in the throes
Of Love from Above and Glows!
Enjoy the throes!

When we all complain
And cannot constrain,
Our compliments wane
And our thorough disdain
Can no longer sustain
Our drain
Of our Heart.
It's just comes apart.

Our interconnectedness abounds
And all of us astounds
To re-connect
Our bodies, yet
We cannot connect
Until the apoplexy leaves us
And conceives of us
To do whatever we came here to.
So turn True Blue
Sleeve of defiance in you
And misconstrue
Your energies no longer, too
So that you can turn your own True Blue
Light into the interior of you.
Blessed if you do!
Apoplexy turning you into a True Blue
Sleeve of doubt
Relaxing all about
The hemorrhaging of you
Until your eyesight can undo
The apoplexic hue
Inside of you
And alter the gene of Life, too!
Go and congrue!

We are our Own
Home
Where we belong
To Be strong;
And not alone
When we call upon our Own
Home.

We are dust,
Just compiling in us
A prescription of fear;
Until it clears
We are just dust
And compost;
Most of us
Will fear
And lesson the learnings here
'Til we can clear
The atmosphere
Of our own fear.