I awoke to your voice at 2 AM: The EnterView part 6 (C) 2026 EDITS IN PROGRESS...

 

A Thought Comes To A Troubled Mind. 

Well, When a thought comes to any mind a synapses happens, lights up small looking trees-a new idea or even an old one.

Those in "The Anonymous" compare God to electricity. 

RE: DON'T YOU HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO THAN PLAY HEAD GAMES  WITH YOURSELF?

“Can You Believe that once I considered myself a god? I spoke words that influenced sex; that created life, and Death-People.

‘There’s a Reason God said to Not worship Idols.’ Listened to my words in their Sanctuaries: homes and cars, parties-through the radio, through television, Now the internet.

“That’s what I discovered when I opened my Bible.”

As he continued, she calmly read his file and deduced what might have influenced him.

Maybe I’m an Angel from Heaven Giving people hope through the radio waves and TellMeVision: 

A writer submitted his works to The Missouri Review. Had high hopes, like winning the lottery dreaming high hopes; like he’d be famous in under five minutes type of hopes. He’d be able to quit his day job type of hopes. He had to pay for the yearly prescription for the entry fee. Read articles out of there in hopes of not being rejected for the third year in a row. Figured if he learned to write like the other authors he’d surely meet his dignified destiny. Came across an article about how a significant percentage of people who visited Jerusalem thought they were Jesus, until they left that City of Peace.

And he thought that there’s also a significant percentage of folks that visit Clarksdale Mississippi that become convinced that he /she can become a musician. How many leave, and never pick up a guitar again?

“My Fear? And God I KNOW I’M ONE…”

The Interviewer wonders: Will you ever return to any point at all?

“Or maybe I’m an Angel kicked out of Heaven forced to roam the Earth. Well not so free really.

 -After all there is a place.

Maybe I’m a disembodied spirit that possesses this mortal. Called Los Angelos where mere Mortals are made into gods or goddesses or both-Maybe I’m all of those things-

Job 37 and 36.

An unseen entity that is carried by unrestful breaths. Perhaps in a point of view, I’m doing people a good service. For they wouldn’t have empowered themselves without my influence-Tears on cheeks and spirits in dirty water just waiting as contained in a clear reflective glass-Glass made out of sand: What’s Looking Back? A face of a broken Hearted Lover.

                                                CAN’T ESCAPE THE REFLECTION.

 

 

For people forget their lives are predictable; Easy and read what they’ve been through by the lines and cracks in their hands, and face.

There’s a reason why we close our Eyes

When                                                                                                                                                                                           We                                                                                                                                                                                  PRAY.”

All that release of emotion to the desperate.                                                                                                  We enter through the Eyes windows to a                                                                                                                                                                                                             Tainted Soul.

The parent, the sibling, the offspring; their situation different

Yet the Void is all the SAME

                                      I’m the One

                       

 I was woken up by hearing your voice at 2 in the morning-

They say, “There’s not much that goes on good at that time in the morn (mourn).

People dreaming

Should be sleeping

People scheming

Babies conceiving

Souls leaving

…and yes, some gonna wake up in Eternity-

 

 

 

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