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Regaining Consciousness(or Surgery Operations For Senses) (1 Pet. 5: 8/Prov. 5: 1,2/Prov. 7: 1-5/Prov. Chapters 8, 9 & 10/2 Cor. 3: 14) Sometimes To Regain Consciousness Is Quite A Thing of Touchiness To Scrape Some Nerves Straighten Spines Too Curved Bruise Aggrandized Ego Take Temper-Tantrums To Zero Slap Some Sense Give Pride A Sharp Pinch Bust Thru Pretenses Break Down Some Defenses Prick Our Conscience Halt Some Hunches Close Stubborn With Stitches Throw Disease-Thoughts To Ditches Peel Off Flaky Skin Dig Deep To Dump Sin Hours of Study Therapy & Have World Hating You & Me Give Gluttons For Punishment - Strict Diet Lunches But Give Those Apathetic Spirit-Appetite Munches Maybe Have Atheists Do Abdomen-Evaluate Crunches & Maybe Give Agnostics Some: Think About It Punches And Fix Faith's Fractures Cure: I Don't Care-Cancers Isolate Mean Epidemics Make Lie's Veins Anemic (and cut stints on dangerous/erratic arrhythmic) May Have To Remove An Improper Appendix May Have To Amputate Poisonous Gangrene May Have To Sever A Ruptured Spleen Yes, Words May Have To Kill You In The Procedure To Heal You But Let Love's Discipline Keep Dealing You To Keep Paralyzed From Feeling You To Clear Constricted Throats of Strep Giving Tetanus Boosters To Prevent Injury-Infects To Safeguard From Troubled Temperature-Threats To Make Mental-Muscles Work Up A Sweat & They May Have To Twist & Needle Our Thumbs They May Have To Pound Loudly On Our Eardrums and Push Dislocated Bones Back & Reset &We May Have To Scrub &Disinfect Flesh & It May Come To A Point, It Feels Like Physical-Pests It May Seem: Its Just A Diagnosis To Depress But Keep Reading You Haven't Got To The Good Parts Yet The Parts That Heal & Cure Us The Best & You May Wonder Who Is She To Suggest Or To Clue Us About Achieving Excellence I Am Your Earth-Sister of Same Human-Flesh Now Wake Up! To Consciousness! ( To Holy Spirit's Consciousness ) See, To Keep Our Head Off Silver-Platters We Must Cut To The Very Heart of The Matter (1 Cor. 2: 16) Better To Get With The Mind of Christ Instead of Being Mad As A Hatter's Guise & If One Has Already Struck Out Twice Train To Swing Like The Baseball-Batter Guys GOD Will Connect Our Cerebral Cortex & Quicken Our Emotion-Response-Reflex To Build Up Our Good Attitude Nests To Build Our Homes & Honors In Honest To Fuel Up Our Ethics & Virtues' Jets Beat Path To GOD's Way Like A Drum Majorette & March In Cadence Like Christian-Cadets To Show It Can Be Better Than As Good As It Gets To Ease Each Labored & Blessed Breath To Keep Eyeballs Clear & Focused In Respect To Get Eyedrops Poured Clean & Wet To Detangle & Repair Our Neural From Nonsense-Nets To Debilitate, Drain & Dismember Death's Soothe A Hysterical Holler & Bad Hair Day Mess To Bring Proof of A Pulse Instead of A Guess To Have Strong Vocal Cords To Express: This Is An Emergency Broadcast This Isn't A Test Now Get Tuned Into Consciousness! Yes, GOD Does Have To Operate To Get Us All To Meditate & To Not Procrastinate by Putting Off The Surgery Date GOD Wants To Reach You Like The Sun's Corona or by this persistent poet's persona' To Wake You Out of Your Coma With Strong-Scented-Words Like Ammonia or Persuasive, Like Magnolias or Begonias Yes, I Want To Excite Your Emotions Out of A Swoon! I Want To Engage or Enact Like A Sea's Monsoon! You May Even Think MoonBee's Done Gone Blood-Moon! but I'm just trying to get You Into GOD's Operating Room HE's The Real Surgeon Who Makes Consciousness Bloom HE's Saved Our Consciousness Even In The Womb HE's Saved Our Consciousness When Oblivion Loomed HE's Saving Our Consciousness From The Tomb GOD Can Save Our Consciousness From Alzheimer's' Doom & To Keep Our Heads Off Silver-Platters GOD Will Cut To The Very Heart of The Matter For Sometimes To Regain Consciousness Is A Matter of Tough-Love Amputating Touchiness Written & ©: 7/2/2013 By: The MoonBee Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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