Amen Clinics Certificated Brain Health Professional Lavinia De Ayr

So, what do you do when someone suffers from a need, thought or belief to spread around that they have won every competition against you that you never knew existed? Staying Level  And what do you do if this is someone who suffers from a very troubled and abused past which has left them a very deluded and possibly as a result avery stealthy person with an act or intentions that leaves nobody realising that is someone whose abuse has made them into an unseen or detected attacker? It has been a couple of days now since I had one of my best brain healthy days.  Have you ever studied something absorbed your lessons but once your studies are over, and the pressure is off. You feel you can relax. All you have to do is adapt what you have been taught appropriately until it is second nature almost that is what it feels like needs to happen. In 2015, I wrote my first free flow poetry book. Which means I just sat down and wrote what came to me in that very moment. What ever images, loca...

  I do not know how to capture or really truly express this She or He They  Or all with what they say Caught somewhere between love Mystery Hate and Fate I’ll say it again As it comes to me as a refrain Been writing so long It seems like the themes don’t change There is a place They seem captured Here hearing has become like autumn Getting ready for winter Of course given this is my work There is an observance of obsession I made no promise that I can remember I attended for mandatory purposes only Forgave and moved on Stuck in the mind As though behind a blurry glass I cannot lie I caught a glimpse But never know if I ever align anything right Seems to be a burden She bends to the ground She became stuck on gadgets And interjecting peace With alarming sounds Sickness Genuine sickness can seem so cruel If dare written about as foolish Sometimes it is a fate too great One makes the mistake Cannot get out Of what they were left to believe I w...

 Singer Favour Trooper Soft tones blend Lay kindly on my mind As my Brain relaxes to each different melody and sound Singer Singer Singer Sing Your heart out Soothe my Brain Change my mind around Love is as a song Feelings of love A song Like a balm Been such a long time Healing as the writing feels automatic Same similar sentiments Grateful for time  Warping guitar song finishes Grateful to let free Stresses and Distresses Thankful For the creation each song is! Natural Flowism A Freedom of Being!

  Running out the mind Full of bad set Children deserted Let this not connect Some time things store And just need to let For freedom to take set Green flowers Who knows whose next Next for abundance Blessings Good Loving Transmuting sickness and evil For Love and Freedom To set our healing free Not restricted consumption When it comes to what is good for us The loving The Human Race has always been! Natural Flowism A Freedom of Being!

 Externally Gentle within To know there is something wrong in me Will never be new to me But again and again  Without wanting or needing cause to defend I think I hear it over and over again "You should meet it" "it" is someone else talking about me that dreaded feeling on top of all the other criticism I have been feeling  These are conversation in someones head "Old Cow!" They were planning "Who?" "It was going to be turning up saying this is what it is" "Its that left over thing innit" This random conversation from nowhere continues "Everything she done fed us" "Yeah....they laughed...any thing she done made us hit the ground running to see if any feed or money was in it?" "F*** Cow...she never give a S***" "Its that thing where you believe they knew you so how could that ever leave a bruise or cause any pain?" "Hmm....suppose you don't think do yah?" "Nah not reall...

The affect of illness can sound wicked... ...to express Yet can do so much evil if left unsaid It can be difficult to just get up  Get out  Or Get dressed Jump up  Shake it off She’s been penning it in again They sing back  They are rich Or deserted kids All lost in patterns of behaving wickedly Left to play evil on the mind of others They pretend they cannot feel Just to enjoy their or handed down evil deeds Lost in the hysterics Of words times and antics of years gone by Of a certain kind of literature and literacy We have never felt  Thanked We feel  Blanked To  Use Endless Revenge They plead She knew me But that never stops the effects and costs of behaviours of cruelty Leaving loss To be dealt with brutally Natural Flowism A Freedom of Being!