Voice or a choice? I choose my voice to be my choice. It has to be heard... Cause I got something to tell you. The difficulty is that even if it was the wisest thing you ever heard you wouldn't listen, you wouldn't know. But you think you would? Right? Think about it. Cause it's written here by an unknown someone, who probably knows nothing, or at least no more or less than you.
                           Voice                                         or a choice? I choose my voice to be my choice. It has to be heard... Cause I got something to tell you. The difficulty is that even if it was the wisest thing you ever heard you ... poetry stories
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georgeknight
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do we listen or do we follow?in this mad world, has our individual being lost its value as something that should be listened to?

Voice or a choice? I choose my voice to be my choice. It has to be heard... Cause I got something to tell you. The difficulty is that even if it was the wisest thing you ever heard you wouldn't listen, you wouldn't know. But you think you would? Right? Think about it. Cause it's written here by an unknown someone, who probably knows nothing, or at least no more or less than you.

Projection, oh that tyrant of understanding...We are so preoccupied with who said? Then with what was said?...That's why we will never know, until we search for truth everywhere we look. Not waiting to get it served, by a global all-knowing cook. Listen to me...Why is it so hard? When we start believing in each other, we can live again, not constantly creating a facade.

Why listen to me? Fair enough...You probably got nobody else to tell you this stuff, at the moment at least...A moment like this. Life is rough, and short, no one will tell you the truth, even if they did would you wanna hear it? Honestly, listen and my words might become your personal Jesus but it takes your perspective to be undone. Evil is a force that belives its knowledge to be final.

If you decide, who is to say they have to be published in London or LA...To mean. Our subconscious is so formated beyond our realization, of the limit in which it can be formatted. By the ones who want you to seek the answers from them, when we got them laying all around us, above us...My friend. Let us not pretend, we are all pray for them, that's why we have a voice...

That's why we can make a choice. Restrain our selves from everything that has so aggressively been pushed into our minds. To start perceiving each other as a fellow human being first, and only then by our preferred pronouns, vocations, tittles and everything that makes it easier for the wicked ones to stir up, and manipulate the truths given to us by birth.

I choose my voice and ill die for it if I have no choice, cause what is a man without a voice? Singer, leader, a fellow human being without one we are robots...Indeed. And robots will kill. So hear the voice of the ones who surround you, not the system that has mentally bound you. Surround system. The power is inside, the only revolution is within, the eternal being!

How glorious of a thought is it, tell me my reader, that you can change everything right now this second...With a voice, within. Ask the one, who knows what word really is? The one who created everything we see, that exists and everything within. Voice...It's what word makes, if it means what it states...Then its heard. Its heard if it wants to be said, again.

So listen, lets really try to each other...Otherwise life will just pass us by. One life that we live, no time for pretending, no time to listen to pretenders...Lets get back to basics. Let's be children in the way we listen to each other, let's be angels the way we care... Let us be "humans" in the way we understand.

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