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the off-grid life.

untied from the shackles of strife,

2017, the modern existence,

getting on the property ladder, how does anyone have a chance?
20, 25 or 30, forced to work to pay every bill,

going to work all hours, struggling to find a way, a life against our will,

needing the money from any form of work, mostly unprogressive, unhappy 
life passing by, frustrating, anger, decreasing self-worth, causing individuals to be snappy

unfulfilled, potentials are not met, working a job all day, unable to progress,

money is the key factor, for bills to be met, let me digress.

often they still aren't causing pain and suffering, stress and depression,

homelessness is rife through the country, a feeling of regression,

a feeling of being stuck, how to retrain and improve your careers?
speak to friends or family and the same conversation, doubts, and fears
if only another option was available,

one that was accepted and not just for the vulnerable,

the homeless, the people with nothing,

but how is this existence different? it is truly crushing,

once you can see that your life is consumed with working for money,

the soul has passed, your energy too, it can get so hard it's not even funny,

but who understands? in the face of consumerism, higher purchase, loans, and debt,

who is living a life, truly satisfied, and their dreams are met?

Not all people living off-grid are rich in cash!
but they aim for other needs; security in food & energy, it's worth a bash,

a growing transition for many people too,

it's not just for the hippies, the spiritual, it's for people like me and you,

think about it for a moment or two...

who would you be without your car, house and your possessions?
is that person you portray the real you? or do you blend in so people don't ask questions?
are you honest with your family and friends?

or do you sit behind a desk wishing it would end?
there is a wealth of knowledge of old traditions,

from a time when they lived without these conditions,

the conditions of social media, advertising, marketing ads or vlogs

when screen time didn't consume every waking hour, and children were fascinated with tadpoles transforming into frogs.

hours spent outside, climbing trees, playing at the park,

not allowed home unless it was tea time or had gotten dark.

a shift is happening, ecotherapy, wild schooling, bushcraft, and hikes,

forest schooling, homeschooling, people walking and out on their bikes,

scientists are noticing the effects on children's behaviors, reduced health issues,

ADHD,  also a boost in self-awareness, positivity, confidence and mental health issues

is it easier to sit a child down to hours in front of the tv, or ipad?

than it is to spend a few hours playing down the park with dad?

or baking a cake with mum, the importance of these skills are being misplaced,

in this consumerism world, with employees a number, in a life so fast-paced.

Off-grid living, the communities hidden away,

all they want is a parcel of land to look after their needs, but hey,

that's not possible, 'cause where will the local council get their tax,

with the community, living off the land, growing food and chopping wood with an axe,

the need and usage of government-owned services would become minute,

living simply and within your skills of the land, renewables used, an abundance of fruit,

food preserved in many forms, jams and chutneys, frozen meat,

enough food to last year-round to survive through winter, or in the heat,

the food produced off the land, tending the garden, and grown for nutrition,

the most important for life and health also said to aid in remission.

off grid homesteaders, don't need to take the flack,

with health as the focus, working outdoors to provide, lowering the need for prozac,
comments from shallow minded people need not be said,

the power of community, working together, I want to spread,

to include children in the transition, of conserving nature and our wildlife,

the tranquil setting amongst the seasons, watching the stars, that's my type of nightlife.

Survive,

Like a man,

Face life,

Like a gladiator,

Live!

I woke up at 12 this morning -

To the sound of Uruguayan bells ringing,

Harmlessly to the sound of sanity.

That ovulating smell,

Surfaced the room, cruising

Like a careless dream.

Into the crack den, those krooked curses live.

Surfacing like snakes, tormenting us

With their poisoned apples.

“Go on, take a bite,”

“It won’t hurt you.”

Expand your mind, thats what they say.

Learn and expand. Sitting there on their thrones,

Like courted angels, fallen from the depths of heaven,

To play persecutor to us. The free.

Discriminate.

Persecute.

        Survive.

Learn.

           fffffffffff Expand.

fdddddddddddddd Divide.

“Go on, take a bite,”

“It won’t hurt you.”

I used to think racism was racist,

But it’s not. It’s just a word,

Like and, or if, or but,

Or fuck.

They’re all just words really.

Harmless little words.

How am I doing? I'm in this world soul searching, redefining my purpose. In search of an inspiration of this life. The heart of my breath has taken its course. I am doing what many don't and many do. I am trying to live this battle of love. For love has its twist and turns but it forever burns into my soul for I have been forsaken. I gave my pure innocence and it was taken and abused and ripped into pieces. I am torn from the echoes of words that hurt so much. I am doing what I think should be done. I am stepping forward but looking back to the selfish people and their demeaning ways for I once lived in their shoes. I walked the path of that dishonest journey. But I am doing ok. For I have cried many nights wondering how I am doing, really. How this question is easily answered with a 'good or ok' but this time I answer in straight forward thoughts and feelings that vibrates my veins for its the only thing I have left. My feelings. My memories. The ones I wish were able to be expressed but cut off the love I thought existed in my spirit. But I will live. I will survive. I may be knocked down. But with the gods I will get up and try harder each time. For the question remains 'How are you doing? ' I am doing much more than I ever done and that in itself is worth saying: I am doing, doing. Thank you for asking!

I don't want to anymore...
Every  time i do I always end up on the floor.
Just laying there.
Waiting.
Watching.
Hesitating.
Whether or not i should even bother getting back up.
Just please, somebody, fill this cup.
fill this cup up with something that wont fuck me up.
I've had enough of the poison,
Enough of the noise in my head,
Enough wishing  I was dead.
Enough.
I will regain my composure from this mentality of lead.
I will find myself,
Reattatch my shoulders to my head.
I will find my peace of mind,
No more leaving my own desires behind.
Just wait and you will see me in the light of another kind.
I will win this fight,
I will find my light.
Don't think I won't make it out,
because i just might.
It is my right.
My right to survive,
my right to be alive.

- The Fever

Take my soul, break my heart, and accuse me of my unworthiness.
I shall not yield to your improper desires, my foot I shall lay down in shaken sands of cracked grounds,

Take my soul, break my spirit, and accuse me of misconduct and false intentions.
I shall not give in, I shall not give up, I shall retain my intentions and keep my peace, to wherever my heart desires,

Take nothing, break nothing, and accuse me of nothing.
I’m a stone made of iron, no rust can form, my body is of stainless steel, my faith is out of this world, and my believe cannot be measured, taken broken, or accuse of being too shallow.

Close your eyes
Can’t let them see
The fear that lies within
The pain that immobilizes
The anger at your loss
You’re theirs now
And you can’t give them the satisfaction
You won’t

Fight back
Don’t let them rule without a battle
Don’t allow them to take away what matters most
You’re a soldier
You’re a fighter
You are a force to be reckoned with
So show it
Be it
Do it

Steele yourself
It’ll be a long road yet
But you’ll make it
You’ll survive
We will be survivors

I can take no more….
Saying it with no remorse

Who has had more pain?
And please do not refrain.

Though I must say it has been fun.
When I sat in the sun.

Just want the universe to know
The hurt me is over show.

Puzzles of different emotion
Intersect with every notion.

For who did what and why
And without even so much as a sigh.

I am not a punching bag for you
This everyone knew.

Yes, GOD made me STRONG
But not to be a sad luck song.

He wants me to survive
and with every breath survive.

I am not hateful towards you
So please do not be blue.

Let us be happy we are alive
With no more tear-jerking cries.

The night is lonely already
We need not add to the recipe.

Joy wants to see the light
Of nothing more I am sure is right.

Jesus loves both and all of us
Just because, because, BECAUSE.…

Look around with a pair
Of brand new eyes.
See past the darkness
That has made the world fall
Silent.
See past the shadows
That have turned the summer
Cold.
Gaze upon the world
As if there is nothing
Wrong.
Pretend that there is hope
And learn to
Carry on.