March 8th, 2023 UPDATE: wtf, me?
Manifesting Lack — The Ol’ Switcheroo on the Waxing Moon
We’ll see how it goes

Banishment is severe, a tad bleak for my taste.
The waning moon has its uses, lending me time to rest— read: to prepare for the exit race.
March 8th, 2023 UPDATE--
The most fucked up part of poetry,
is reading back a year later
and finally realizing
how much it made sense
to you all
along.
Breaking up with my family
is just difficult, because,
despite all the unhealthy and abusive
behaviours,
we've always been close; now
I have to live with the
fact they blame me for their
suffering, and
that's
just the way
it is.
But I wasn't raised to
reject. Not even a
little
bit.
Moon related spellwork
didn't last for
me
anyway-- schedules
are for rational
folk.
Note: Faith (of quality, please ignore half my works)
is great,
mindset-wise, but nothing happens
without taking
action.
In any case, this poem
is lame, and inconsistent, and
it
doesn't stay
on
point.
All the same,
enjoy.
Sincerely, take care.
--G
P.S. Officially unlisted for
inconsistencies and senselessness.For time of manifestation come again, we’ll be ready.
Earth, fire, water, and air— the ether strong at the base.
Attract, bring out;
do not cast away.
For multiple targets, we’ve already paid.
Beware, for splitting focus may see your heart shred, and tear.
Consider a limit of minimum two— one for each you?
In all cases, ensure to show great care, to take action, to remain unentrapped by Despair.
Sincerely,
— G

Gustave Deresse Canadian writer and musical artist whose primary themes of writing include, but aren’t limited to spirituality, philosophy, relationships, humour, wellbeing, the weird, and — mandatorily — self development.
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Thank you for reading, and take care. 🙏 🙏 🙏
— G






