the dark angel collects his soul :

Popcorn choke challenge 2020:

If you have ever singed your eyes while opening a just popped microwave popcorn bag then you know my instant reflex to drop the bag covering my face.
"fuck "
Recovering I retrieved the now just warm enough to handle without bodily harm popcorn bag and a diet soda promising myself that this would not become a lifestyle habit.

"sure"

Take off your mask:

Folks been talking about the " Masked Singer", and being the curious personality I gave into it, thinking, " this makes me normal like them and it feels not so good", 
I condemn my spirit unto the frivolous,
I cram as much popcorn into my mouth without choking tasting the salt inside my mouth and the fake butter substance wondering,
" how did I stay away for so long?" 
finish with a long drink from the diet soda chemical mixture 
it rushes the remaining popcorn down my throat,
the Masked Singer begins.
I have now left any realm of any sort of creativity behind.
Managing  to watch an half hour then speed up the rest of the costumed once 
had been something popular people dressed up in horrid costumes. 
Thank God my ego is served by a different means or I would surely fade into 
oblivion if the " Masked Singer was a relevant choice for a career come back?"

Do sit down: 


"What do you own of a value?"
  The question spoken to me in Scottish Gaelic in my dream state as I run the cliffs by the ocean, and in my dreams my hair is the red brown of childhood, and my freckles have not been erased by strange bleaching creams.   I feel tears brought on not by the cold wind ocean air currents, I run jumping the cliff sides. 
Do tell me Bonnie girl what is it " you own and feel you have now the right to grieve the loss ?" 
I wake with this question, strange that I can understand my family's language during my dreams but not in waking time of this life .
The tea is ready, and my buddy Sparky the cat leaps into his new favorite chair, he looks happy and that indeed makes me of a happiness thoughtful. 
I find nothing lost is ever truly lost as long as we can remember it,
such as it is for happiness 
as if we once knew it 
it welcomes us back in new memories 
formation.
" I miss nothing Grand Mary nor did  I own anything  I wish returned to me as my memories of those items remain as the first day I held them close "

 When we are ready to admit the hurt we can heal with understanding .


I cannot carry your need to hurt me 
nor does it affect me,
the truth is,
you bore me 




Not all who pass are Saints:

The reading with Daniel was surprisingly informative 
and I will not go further into that but know 
there are many in this fake shinny town who 
worship, 
promise 
to
the Dark Angel 
and he collects 
his debts on his own time.
Many a soul cry out into the grey
as they did not wish to die,
but the Dark Angel collects 
his prize when he deems 
No one can pray
to save them,
No words can barter their new 
found surroundings, 
it is the deal they made foolishly 
greedly, 
now they wail for assistance 
but no one can save them.
Their cries are not heard by our Lord.

​Nor shall I ignore the warning
keep away from those who have made the same 
bargain, 
I could list them but they know 
their greedy deal with the Dark Angel.
I do believe they do not honestly think 
they will have to pay forthright. 
I am allowed but one sure warning 
and that is all or I could suffer the same 
soul fate. 
Heed the warnings of Daniel 
and live a goodness life. 
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