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Hello my name is Tim and I love to write.
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The Elect. There is more to life than what you see on A screen. It’s a genius correlation of power and greed. To blind the masses. To make them follow. To follow a person on the wings of a swallow. Look up high all these people so great ! I never even met them but I’ll take them on a date. I’ll give them my soul and watch it turn fake. I’ll pretend like I’m happy and tell others to not hate. I’ll gladly be the unrecognizable change . I’ll gladly turn into something so strange. I will gladly send my soul on a round down range. I’ll give my life to the lost and deranged. For truly ! There is more to life than what you see on a screen. It’s a genius correlation of power and greed. To blind the masses. To make them follow. To follow a person on the wings of a swallow. These people I speak of are the same as you and I ! They grew up in the cities and watched people die! They were given a golden plate and lifted to the sky. With a blood born empire given to them with pride. They were molded and shaped into the politically correct. Just as evil men of the past did, but deviated from the elect. The elect that we all hold to a higher power. They are god to us as the sun is to the flower. They use their power to keep us shut. They look down as if we are a human mutt. What about the people living in the earth stained huts. With no technology to aid in filling the elects fat gut. To myself they are free to do as they please. There is no care in the world just the rain and the breeze. I always find myself wanting to get back to the basics. A life filled with love and community not races. To respect one another as rain does to the flower. It helps it grow into a strong natural tower. It is a tower made from the basis of love. It’s a natural display from the heavens above. It is not a tower made from power and greed . To form an elects empire and watch the rest bleed. Mark my words from the windows up high. They will one day spit and laugh as they watch us all die. They will watch us fight amongst ourselves. Until we are beaten and tired like that old book on your shelf. A book that is lost in time. Never able to reed because you weren’t worthy to sit on the throne of greed. I leave you with this gift that I’ve learned with time.. Perception is the key to battle this crime. Keep your mind sharpened likened to a spear so that one day you will have nothing to fear. You will be the elect the few and the proud. The group of people soaring to the clouds. With no care in the world to bring you down. You all will have the elects golden crown. For power is given to whom we give it too. Let the only power be at the bottom of your shoe. To help you walk and speak life and love each other without any strife. For there is more to life than what you see on a screen. It’s a genius correlation of power and greed. By Timothy David Ashe.
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Blog entries by Timothy David Ashe
The Journey is the Destination (04/10/2018)
A Letter to My Soul. (11/09/2018)
Unconditional Love. (11/09/2018)
Distant Love. (11/09/2018)
The Cry for Unknown Love. (11/09/2018)
The Genius Correlation of Power and Greed. (11/09/2018)
The Mother of Nature. (11/09/2018)
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