Left Love

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She left me for a liquid
Left her children
Left love
Love
Wrapped itself around her
Strangling her
Squeezing her
So she escaped it
To strangle herself.

Dying in insanity
And trying in vain
To beat the odds
And have it
Both ways
But the ruler rules her
And she obeys
The liquid
And it’s false promise
Of comfort.

Damage
Look at all the damage!
The lies
That result
When you follow your impulse
Instead of your heart.

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Echoes

Echoes

There is a fog and dark grey skies,
A single tear drops from my eyes,
I step outside in my bare feet,
The whole wide world is out of beat.

Even the birds today don’t sing,
The phone’s unplugged so it won’t ring,
I sink in quicksand of the past,
And hear their echoes that still last.

I guess I’ll never understand,
Why you left with another man,
It’s strange that things turned out this way,
My butterfly just flew away.

I’ll set aside this day for you,
There’s nothing else that I can do,
I lean against a dying tree,
And wonder if you think of me.

We said goodbye so long ago,
I’ll wonder why but never know,
You meant so much to me back then,
I had no clue that it would end.

 

Red Light

Today I searched inside my mind,
To see what I have left behind,
Sometimes it’s easy to forget,
Or remember just to get upset.

I love the living and the dead,
And everything that’s in my head,
There’s nothing in my past I’d change,
(A few things I might rearrange).

I blaze the trail of my own past,
And see it in a new contrast,
If not for all the things I’ve done,
The me today would come undone.

This fear I’ll fall in the abyss,
Today I learned does not exist,
This temporary candy kiss,
Tastes sweet now as I reminisce.

Angel On The Beach (Simply Brown)

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I lose my mind,
Almost every time,
Your hair falls down,
On you shoulders.

You’re so customized,
With sultry eyes,
Like an angel on the beach,
Hungry for a ‘true love’ feast.

You are a wildfire,
A woman child,
And laughter is your song,
With me you once belonged.

And when I clowned around,
It’s because I found,
I was so comfortable with you,
And so in love with you.

We once were interlaced,
Until I was replaced,
But always in my heart,
You will be a work of art,
Of beauty and brains,
That could never be chained,
An angel on the beach.

MENTAL BLOCKS

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I built a castle with the blocks in my head,
A place for me to dwell till I’m dead,
And when I feel surrounded with gloom,
I’ll get more blocks and build a new room.

I’ve got to go slow though, brick by brick,
Working too fast can make one get sick,
I’ll use rainbow paint for the ceiling and floor,
With stereo birds and a waterfall door.

An indoor tree I can climb to hide,
And maybe a window to peek outside,
I’ll cut out a hole and put in a lake,
And hang up a sky in case heaven is fake.

I’ll sit on a leaf and travel around,
Going outside without touching the ground,
The wider my eyes the more I go blind,
Which fine at this time I see more with my mind.

To You … (Yes You)

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I laid my self down beside my self, and soon thoughts buried deep within came creeping through my skin, begging to surface. These thoughts, thoughts so engrained there are no words, seeped and creeped to the surface,  turning my body into transparent dots, separating my molecules and turning me into, well, I can only describe it as a kind of energy that allowed those things beyond words to crawl to the surface. The things that tickle my subconscious, and prefer to come out to play when I sleep,  filled my head last night.  To trick Zeus I pretended to sleep, so as to catch a peek of the creatures within.  And this is what I saw, and I swear upon the grave of Sir Frankie Crisp:

I saw that we are all so very, very beautiful, and not in some surreal and plastic way. Parading before my eyes, displayed upon the screen of my mind, were rows and rows of people, surrounded by a colorful sunrise and 1o00’s of trees so thick you couldn’t see the forest even if’n ya wanted to. And the curves and lines and shapes of us were wonderful and sexy and downright lovely. The girl who believes herself a bit over weight, her beauty shined on me. And not just  her inner beauty, although that’s a definite reality, but her outer physical beauty kept turning me on. A pretty lass with amazingly pleasing features. Easy on the eyes. While she thinks about dieting, I dream of kissing her. And I saw the intriguing beauty of people that are black, their curves and outlines and pretty lovely faces, just blew me away,  like a cloud of love, it just blew me away, man. The beauty of the boy with the too thick glasses, worried about his acne, made me want to reach out to hug his spirit. The girl with the small tits, which makes her feel so inferior, is a work of perfect art. The gentleman with the balding head. We are all so beautiful. We are songs and treasures, heroes we are. And beautiful beyond words.

My God! We are works of Divine art. We are all so beautiful!  As we look into our mirrors and see illusions of what we perceive as our flaws and faults, step back. Put down the mirror to see the whole picture. See it? Sure you do. You/We are beautiful people. (And the rest of my thoughts remain wordless. It’s an abstract broadcast of vibrations and taste buds and blurry sugar and apple cinnamon treats). And so now I think I’ll lay back down and put as much of the clouds into words as I can. I need to now return to that place between matter and anti-matter. I now understand with all my heart that everything is beautiful. Beautiful beyond words.  Every particle of dust is exactly where it’s supposed to be, and have I told you how beautiful you look today? You’re so beautiful. One can’t really help but to love you, and hold you, and embrace you like a chest full of glitter and treasures. Without you my life would be much less enriched than it is, my blessings would dwindle away.  Without a you there would be no me. My higher power, my God, lives in other people. I look at you and see Him/Her/It. Hey, smile. You look really beautiful today!

 

A Crack In Reality

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I found a crack,
In reality,
That shattered my dreams,
And scattered my thoughts.

Now I’m Free,
Like a cat in heat,
Scratching for treats,
I rip off my mask,
And bare my soul,
For the master key,
Of bohemian worlds,
To unlock my mind,
And widen that crack,
So I can see through,
Material things,
And awaken myself,
To let me see me…
Again.

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Tainted by sublime and superbly performed brainwashing, their minds were made up long before they created lies with their lips and eyes. Blinded to their deeply ingrained, warped and prejudiced programming, they make believe they are thinking quite clearly. Quite freely.

What a dirty trick they’ve played on themselves, for if you could dissect their thoughts with the scalpel of reality, and remove the clouds of ignorance from their mirrors of denial, the truth that they have been bought and sold would surely kill them. A pre-packaged bundle of perspectives, falsely labelled ‘free will’, that seems so real to them that they’re ready to kill for it. War for it. Die for it.

A glimpse of truth or a moment of clarity scares them into uniformity, where they stand in line and wait to be told what to think next. And that is their freedom. Freedumb. To stand in line and be told what to think, while waving an American flag made in China. Fools with no imagination. Particles of dust blowing in the wind, this way and that way. Anyway. The wind blows. Until they die.

Serial thinkers with no emotions, and without a clue they pass the disease to their children and say it’s free will.  It’s so unreal, peculiar, yet efficiently efective. Symbol minded people wrapped in flags of righteousness, and gathered into colonies to throw stones at anything that is different from them. They fear true freedom. They are feeling dis – eased, and they will beat you with a Bible Belt until you are just like them. Forgive them Mr Blue Sky, they don’t know what they’re doing.

Let the nonconformists conform with the other nonconformists, dressed in casual fear. Make the world stop, as if an IV of cement has been placed in the arm of each of the players. Standing stoned like marble chess pieces. Then suck their fictitious illusions out, and stir their spirits together, creating a blend of compassion. A hurricane of acceptance. A tornado of love. Blend. Mix. Becoming one race. The human race. One Self. Earthlings of Gaia. And with a mighty force let the Spirit of True Man and Womankind kind blow the chess pieces over and emerge their spirits in the crockpot of reality. Slow cook, melt, and blend. Reality stew, stir occassionally. Wait.

And when they awake, they will care for one another. They will dance in true freedom. Watching the lies dissolve and the hating stop. Let them marvel at the wonder that is Life, and let them share, like children playing with sea shells and splashing in the water. Butterflies.

“We share the sun. Let us share everything under the sun!”

‘call 911…he’s had to much to dream…’

(static)’is he down? is he dead’?

(starting IV)”rescue”!

…(static)…

Our physical life is a temporary experience that tests our souls in a challenging realm of great deception.