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We look up to the night sky The moon is full of love and pain Like all tides like all emotion Does the moons love control the tides And all the emotion the weather brings The sea can calm,the sea can become rough Emotions can still Emotions can thunder Can the emotion of love understand the moon of love Can love bring the understanding of peaceful weather No hurricanes and bright blue sky It is all love and understanding of the moon Can love break free the bond from the moon If we understand the moon can all weather be peace and calm And all emotion and conflict,become harmony and reason

we carry history not as a frequency but a resonance as if all hours exist all at once prisoners to a tide, maybe so, but we mistake the surface for the shore if we could only turn sideways pivot on the sharp coordinate of now we might slip the strict geometry of an arrow see how our footprints dissolve the trickster’s sleight of hand convincing us we are particles isolated points marching in the sand when we have always been the wave cresting, breaking, transmigrating through the dark leaving no fixed thing behind but the tide itself lit by a cellular spark

You're just too young to understand So my mother is always right So do you understand Do as you're told or else or else or else How can your thoughts have concern A nature of all biology A nature of all human biology A chemistry and physics That makes you end up searching for question For those I am concerned about in life But my mother and daddy say You are just so bad and we never concern Am just the fool that can be read Just like a simple book So my thoughts of biology were taken away And the clouds started to turn grey

But I have made peace with her, and together, we are forging ahead. Because no matter what life throws at us, we will keep moving, gallantly, like the queens we are. My past does not define who I am; it has taught me, shaped me and strengthened me. It has taught me how to walk through fire with my head held high. So yes, I will take the red pill. And I will keep my crown, embrace my scars, honour the woman I have become and wait for a worthy king who will love us, flaws and all.

The blue pill or the red pill? The choice is yours to make. Would you rather have millions with your current memories, or go back in time and relive life all over again? Such a tempting choice. Yet, strangely enough, I would choose the red pill. Because my past and all my experiences have made me who I am today. The crown on my head was forged through tears; my strength, through trials and tribulations I once thought would kill me. The blue pill offers an easier path, one wrapped in an innocence I sometimes envy. But in choosing it, I would lose my greatest treasure: the woman I have become and the greatest blessing in my life. I am who I am because of my past. Do I long for the innocent girl I used to be? Absolutely. Sometimes, I wish I could hold her, reassure her and tell her that everything will be alright.

Iv'e got a crazy,crazy wayzee thought Tweety is on the run again Taking a trip flying to the moon The cats on the loose with thoughts in a funny tune The cats so angry tweety took his cat nip away And now the cat has a hangover and feels really sick Life is so crazy wayzee tweety and the cat And then tweety flying up the fir tree Then the cat jumped and sat on the top The cat tried to get tweety in his trap With his arms stretched open wide But all humans saw the cat and they all knelt before Then tweety With a big smile on his face,flew out of the widow And into outer space

The sun is heat and warmth The warmth is the temperature of life The moon changes the tides And the minds coincide And the earth is the food of all life The air lets all life take a breath The water the giver as we grow to take and breathe