Paranoid Sometimes-

Paranoid about the expectations, the lights of who I am, paranoid about being destroyed. Feeling Paranoid even when I meditate trying to feel and understand the void. If I lose it all and get unemployed... who’s gonna love and help the pain as I’m annoyed.

Paranoid.

I just want to love, experience it all then take pictures on the Polaroid.

Paranoid about making it to Hollywood, all this White Power and Businesses putting Black Faces on everything besides Jesus. They just trying to enslave us,

Mentally.

I miss my nights being the greatest and every night feeling like the New Year and all the fireworks.

Now I’m so Paranoid about Karma and being known to be a righteous man.

Paranoid.

Hearing more and more about these crazy people killing people for what they believe, what they look like, even just what they eat. Vegas Strong all these souls gone for a crazy man. Almost 60 people gone and 500 injured.

I know nothing about those souls, their past lives their own Karma...

But  I shouldn’t be this Paranoid just to go get a gun, I don’t want people to see me in fear. I don’t want kids running away, crying,  because they see me walking around with a gun just to so save myself,  just in case for crazy situations and people.

My body shivers, I close my eyes and shake head as I am irritated.

My mind wants to blow like a hundred clowns  blowing their blow horns all in my face as I get smothered by them and I can’t move.

Paranoid.

I just want to meditate so I can avoid this situation about being Paranoid, I want the joy back and not being worried about being destroyed.

Paranoid.

I don’t want to keep my hand on a gun. I want to be strong minded in what I believe, steroids.

I want to focus with clear visions, tunnel vision. Even when I was young I use to at least look through the paper towel or toilet paper rolls only in my underwear. I just want to focus again with clear vision.

I don’t want to think about the vicious villains, the  tricky women, The businesses on my mind being imprisoned.

I want the clear vision.

20/20.

Paranoid all I’m thinking about is the drugs, liquor, drunk being Paranoid, more glasses of wine and shots of Henny. Head dazed back thinking about everything possible like I’m high with Bob Marley, Dizzy Wright, and Wiz Khalifa.

Paranoid about this world of love and all these fake bodies, hair and lips. All these women reading scripts and trying to get tipped or a Sugga Daddy. Playing games all day, mind tricks. They’re in their Bag of tricks with quick fixes, bad vibes all six, six, sixes.

666

I got the cross up,

Hand made,

two sticks.

On my knees like God save her and me.

Paranoid.

I want my privacy back. I want to escape, fly out. Batman, Superman, Superhero, anyone with a cape. I want to die a superhero but I wanna speak the truth of the world,

Emotions

Depression

Stress

Jealousy

True Peace

Selfless Sacrifice

Karma

Dharma

Mental control

Sub conscience control

Illusions

Time

Eight Path Fold

Materialistic things,

And so much more...

I want it all...

on videotape as I wear the cape. But as humble as I am. I wouldn’t wear it, don’t forget not all hero’s wear capes. I’ll just be the soul on the videotape. I keep things classic, I want you to dig for the VCR. I want you to really want to see and hear the truth.

Too many rainy days being Paranoid and no rainbows. I just want to see the Pot of Gold then leave it there, knowing I’m better than money.

Paranoid with all these voices in my head. My mind just won’t be quiet.

Sometimes I have to keep my conscience in the clouds and not so much on the pavement with my face smashed on the concrete. I sit there and contemplate about the beautiful death of the rose that grew from concrete, and where it shall now be. I can’t always be this paranoid  on the truth. I know this life will make you go crazy,

If you let it,

Control and balancing.

Scratch all that off, simply said all I do is levitate with my mind, soul and energy. In normality, it all works itself into one, and that lifts my body and controls my mind. I allow my conscience to control my subconscious mind. All this is about energy, space, time and the mind.

The reality of earth is the perception of hell and sometimes it can have you live life like you are on Paranormal Activity, always paranoid. You must be the one to get the locks off your soul and lift up the chains from the concrete and levitate even higher.

I can’t always be this Paranoid.

I got the energy back, now I levitate with the chains around my neck.

Fuck, I hating being Paranoid and Paralyzed.

I’ll be reading this a few times.

Sometimes I know we fall a few times as we climb.

I’m back in my time, Peacetime.

iPhone,

Ring, Ring, Ring,

Pick up, pick up!

I wanna tell you,

I love you and I miss you all over FaceTime.

Three times later, no answer.

Please don’t be with ......... right now,

Paranoid once again.

I know I can be distanced sometimes but... you know me, I know you understand and know me.

Hangs up and calls ....... too.

I love em both, the same.

Fuck, no pick up.

I pray y’all both together,

Paranoid once again.

Story to be continue...

“The Mind of Lorenzo”

We as one just need guidance. Deadends are just testaments. Let the pain unleash the truth of who you are but train the mind knowing the consequences of evil action. Who are you, fake or real? Don’t let the knowledge and truth make you Paranoid and Paralyzed.

We are broken pieces of glass and we have to put ourselves back together. Once you fix and find all pieces of glass, you will see the reflection, you’ll love yourself and the journey. You’ll love life and understand why you’re grateful and worth so much more.

Svami Prajnanpad,

There is no weapon more powerful in achieving the truth than acceptance of oneself.

You will be a Supreme Personality of Godhead. You will have your vision, priorities, and life in order with the karma and energy aligning.