Hold your portion

   
   "Hold your portion"
   
   Of course we all get a portion, even if sickly, we get a portion, layered deep within us.  And no man or angel has the right to take it away.  People always play you if you possess a kind heart, even if your blood is electric.  People want to thieve your portion--not all; there are Saints among us.
   I know I met a Saint once.  She was as white as snow, and fully charged with the Good Ghost.  An image that cannot be distorted, for God is Good.
   I guess if you want to lay on your bed, cry all the time, take your Xanax, and let your androids do everything for you--well, it is a Free Country, or used to be.
    What about a paperback book, and you can sniff the squid ink like a cerebral junkie?  And that watermelon incident still bothers me at times, yet not the poop in the pumpkin on Halloween with Holland in the Halls of Haunted History.
   Yeah, God gives us a portion, and we let people take it away.  Who is in charge of you?  The cranky nurse sedated on too many a benzo during her lunch hour, yet she still practices a type of medicine?
   Just lay there and die--that's what they want.  Hate yourself--that's what they want.
   Or like Jesus Christ, you can go out screaming.  "Woman--behold Your Son!!!"
   Good for the One, True King.