Serpent Dance on Virus and Beauty

This piece came to me on the airplane. It is a prose that explains a more clear version of the last few poems I have posted. This is time in its essence. This is what defines truth. 


When one door closes, another door opens...
Being in a vortex, or a time warp, if you will, graces me with an opportunity to view space through a periphery usually clouded by abstract visions of a race no one is winning. Finishing last, my ticket to success...patience is a virtue. Waning spirals of a serpent dance provokes thought and dons a clandestine nature call. Bringing me to a new found frame perforated with strobes of sensory influence. Feeling blessed for my hobble wobble, as I move what feels like a weighted anvil. I feverishly open my eyes wide. Could a piece of tape keep them open forever? And what if the slightest moisture was to creep within the adhesive, would I return to a stagnancy? I'm caressing the taste and smell of my environment I created. This test is voluntary. I submit myself, willingly. Can a level of patience and acceptance bring me to a place I call home...? Yes. Indeed. I felt the swoosh of a door opening to grace me with a human level kind gesture. A smile becomes me. If for a second, could we remember to bare kindness for all levels of being? Perhaps, could we recreate the same level as the "hallmark" holiday without the hall pass excuse? Picture this: The gesture, the blossom of selflessness is already present. We donate ourselves to it. With the standing of time, a virus is born and remains still, yet, once all the parabolas are present, once a host has created a domain, this virus masters itself and grows and multiplies thereby presenting itself with a new found colonization of a now suppressed structure with which none to remain intact, resulting in a metastasized recreation of itself. If the word virus did not have a negative implication in our society, would we be able to re-frame this colonization and allow it to fester into a positively illuminating force? Force of Nature. Let's dissect this phrase. F.O.R.C.E. Feeding On Realistic Charisma Everyday. Should I replace realistic with relative? Isn't it one and the same? My new speed of motion allows me to envision a kindness that seems to preset itself between human interaction only when the necessity is evident. Question this!! Where has our necessity for haste learned to surpass simply being? The need to control your force of nature which when combined with other forces becomes an atomic blast  throwing neurons into shape shifting. "You are not as beautiful as I need you to be." Words interpreted as such, recreate a rite of passage, of beauty and virtue. I'm not? Beautiful? Do you see me now? The most important and beautiful being, I, Me, We, Everyone, is more beautiful than you've the imagination to create. It's the eye of the beholder, and self doubt becomes beauty is as beauty does. And, I'm a beauty voyeur; so drawn to random acts of kindness. In fact, beauty is taking the time to write this excerpt on paper, and then re-write it, just for repetitions sake, on the digitally remastered version to remind me that beauty is a relative word, and what I see beautiful is you, for reminding me of how beautiful we really are, whether you see it or not, perhaps, wearing goggles fogged with internal steam. I took my finger and scribbled BEAUTY in the lens. Be Everything As Unique To You as you can be! And ensuing this beautiful disturbance, I feel weightlessness, because when I was going to pick myself up, you beat me to it, with your impatience, and for that I'm delighted I waited for you, me, everywe together discovered a new place to be. And I was reshaping my steel core upon the weighted anvil, and when sparks flew and chewed off a piece at a time, before I knew it, I wiped my hands and starred into space... How long have I been working on this piece of steel? Recreated beauty displayed in every spark. I can't ask about time, and, how long... I can only ask, how could I ever go dormant? How could I judge beauty in someone else? ZZZZZZZZ up yourself now. We've got work to do! 

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chickadee

Floored on a time standing still but its real and im feelin
every minute time passes by, i see more flying, sigh...
and i think to be sty in my eye, or do something high time
envision the impossible making moss and glow building
something new, something few have done, and it's on me
i'm up for the spree...this three legged dance,
i'm flying by the seat of my pants,
it could have been my invisible twin stagnant
state of mind, yet flynn still in effect
somehow growing with time, no defects trying
and I reject buying into the place i fear
one wrong steer, magic carpet, take me to the road where
i know i can vere away from lack of care,
spearhead a gear-head, give him reason to see
a sprinkle of thought, and free him of the purge of doubt
a stout indication that nothing will change, why bother?
go no farther.
so tell me chickadee, what did the little bird tell you?
whistles touch my skin, and i hear the energy
on a whim, pulses trim a sensation and i know
i can change indignation, i can flare
blare me out loud, and clear the grey cloud
can you hear me? Loud and clear
we're getting near, to the place, here and now
a change is on the loose
and i found me a truce
finely i can reveal the noose undone,
no pun,
were getting somewhere,
my job, however, is never done...



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Sift

Sift through the shift of this drift with a lift
And I came to this place as a seeding roots spreading gift
Rummaging through the whiff of a root bound bliss
And the cliff missed the echo of the vista
Cutting edge- this is how I ask
Tasked in a force of a mask unveiled
Mist on my face while I gave unto space
Sasquatch flailing with a level one trace
Bask in the sun of a delight on my face
There’s a wondering round in a field of this sound
Chock full me ne hungry now
Crowning of mischief rules are drowned
And I speak loud clear not shrouded with a glare
Roots continue to sprout bottomless flair
With uprising flower shine from day one on
Ney from the past that’s from spawn of the slalom
Curves groan each carve whisking away a drone beat
Sliding fallen sleet beneath ones feet
I remembered my spikes and brought them with me today
And punched air through soil my hydration speaks
Slight as ever delicate one crack creaks a spell
What say do you? What say is you?
Dread gleeks for itself
Always at the bottom of the curve there dwells
Finnish line. Go on, get your bells
Mine never does. Finish.
This worm squirms with morning dew,
Best tell tell fresh first morning breath,
My in my out grew in tune
Always dressed for June, my bloom
Continuum main objective always will be
Sprouting stand tall this tree
No rush in my giddy up and I’m pleased 
To see the dreams  finely coming to me.

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Pickle

Trickle from a slapstickle...
words from the wise fire eyes is a disguise
and a size up on the rise by and by
cauterize the terminal angle
pickle the wikipedia clue and in true
its fickle
but I'm good for a tickle
cut the umbilical cord
you're on your own
it's the only place i've ever known
speaking up for myself
i'm blown away
brimstone magic burns me
one step at a time
coals on goin
heats my degree
while feeding me
pure but choice
mixed pedigree
a record of ancestry- family tree?
voice to be me-
one and only-
maybe you see a way through your rhapsody
and im swinging on the vine
smile on mine
i have time-
all the time
fascinating- it's free



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FENCE

FENCE


 Here's my impromptu perception of it all...

white picket fence on the de-fence of the which side of the lets commence...what i say is what i am not a hindrance of what the mental sense of mind and pretence. an imaginative spirit, an omnipresence in a state of the art lessons I continue to teach myself, It’s like the peasants at the bow of your feet, mercy be us, hence the word magic…it cant be seen with the naked eye. Tragic. And I know not to cry why...me in a tense ball of fire…I can go higher than this…I can fly…humming bird dispense a million flutters and one utter of the breath of truth I’m finding It’s easier to prove. No wonder the numbers that be…nonsense to say the least. This Mother Teresa, who are you? Why don’t you teach me a thing or two? Perhaps, I’ll tell you- which language do you want? 50Cents it’s my final offer, or a ten pence, take your gamble for currency in an emergencyin a state of defence. Maybe strike up courage and see what’s a mirror image of the face on the coin. Profiles among us, conjoined mysteries, many of the type, I’m about to learn about the art of flight. No answer to the questions, we’re test-ions on planet martion experiment…sharing and breathing the same atoms of existence. Spitting it out chewing it up spitting it out chewing it up, a deliverance of schlop soup  stirring something I never knew. I’m exhausted by this frosted flake, shake it off, it’s just a moment in time staked with memory, fine. I can fake a smile tomorrow, but the next for real is all mine. Only 24hrs of this chastity will be my bind toward a new frame of mind. Snake on the slide, Ima open wide, take it all in, all big in stride, this is our world but a silent drop of a pin, one side or the other, there’s no way to win.


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Crazes

Things aren't always easy and its up to us to interprit these times in a relative positive way... Here's my spin on something that ain't such an easy ticket- impromptu rhyme..


Yep a ways of waves on days of crazes n sways on blazes thru mazes of b'jayzus.. And trays of who says is ablast and greys but who gives a shaze when shades of ways can bring bk the days....    <)))*>...fishin food for thought...

whut whut v-day schmee-day

Just when i thought I would give up forever, I bring a new light with a postive shine on my life and these beautiful days I have been blessed with. Triying to post this before midnight...wish me luck! This one has refernce to the number 14- so here it is...

Where were your parents when you turned 15
When you were learning bout dreams and only sippin on cream
sodas, were you goin to the top or stoppin at sorta
kinda, maybe I fell in between,
But that was when I was only 14~
Smokin in bars was my pasttime at 13
talkin, beers, liquers, no shirley temples here...
move on with your sippers of Grenadine,
Like i was guna make it to age 17
Babies on hips was the future for me,
But I could tell my lips were too sure to speak
for themselves,
and i coulda found myself drowning in a bottle well
My days in Saudi and spain were dying
So sick of my pilot dad always training and flying
When would the day arrive when I wasn't aspiring
to see if we could be a family alive again...
But, I'm a Cryan Shame and my name came with a destiny bound to never remain
in the same ground twice,
and if this life should suffice, then i'm found and im spliced
between homeslice and everything nice, on my own
cuz around these parts,
there's no such thing as a slice of home slice!
So off to this land for an american story,
from the bottle in my hand to building some priorities...
Itsz up to me to grow up and understand
and not distort what the youth can as minorities
Home slice Home slice, and everything nice
I never had that but im sure its a delight
Gone with the wind and my seat belt is fastend
ready to be spinned from a life of distractions,
seas shells and sea shells, to chainsaws and tree wells!
Home slice home slice, and everything nice
I never had that but i'm sure its a delight
perhaps i;ll follow my dad in flight...
it is after all, such a beautiful night!
And it's young out there, and despite of your fears,
Dare, dare, dare to be scared,
 get bare get naked shake your head and prepare, cuz its a part of yooooour,
home slice, home slice, and everything nice,
It's your life to entice, you throw the dice
Look into your soul with your eyes open wide,
it's up to you, you and you to decide!


Damn- 12.06...i tried :)

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THE UNTOUCHABLES

Wow- I've been slacking and wondering around like a just discoverd bat! Here's one from last year.

Descubriendo sentimientos sobre los duros de este mundo.

Estamos viviendo entre ducho y los que son perdidos.

Could we ever jostle a word around like slum

If the lost could be found at no cost

To some of those who own the ground-

And I’m astounded by this draconian action

by those with custodians who feel satisfaction

Day in and day out

And their lack of intact

Shuns the human life and without strife

They call it untouchable?

And am I the fool to think by this expression

I might save one more fit of depression

Belonging to a poor soul who’s life’s a consta-recession

Shit. Let’s start the procession

I’m a middle man and a means to an end-

And I stand ready to lend

my Untouchables a helping hand,

Cuz all they ever deserved was a piece of land,

To feel safe, unharmed,

By the inevitable- contraband.

Whether it’s the Favelas, Kamagasaki, Barrios, or Dharavi-

How could you not feel like you’re in the hot seat?

You throw them around like they’re the dice in a game of Yahtzee-

You got your full-house, you got your chance,

Roll the triple six- you may as well be a Nazi!

You stumble around with your promos and your prophecies

You buy your million dollar toy dogs and Untouchable brands like Louis Vuitton and Versace.

And oh my gosh, did I hit the hammer on the nail?

Did you just catch this slam crush parellel?

My brain hurts, can’t you tell?

It’s beginning to swell, but I can’t dwell

On a cultural clash, I have to keep my chin up- I’m Jennif”realz

Pick through the pieces of this double entendre,

Were at a tipping point-

we gotta look beyond

the clash and hone in on this double Untouchable-

Let’s crash the debutant party

and mash the lunch-ables with the munchables

And feast up a serious sunny bowl… of cherries.

Chew on this- I know it can be done

Don’t just say screw it cuz it’s too much of a conundrum.

We can place caviar and grits on the same plate,

We can learn to love to bits and alleviate

all that which we discriminate.

Cuz what it really all boils down to,

Is, we essentially come from the same place,

We were all born naked and with a blank slate-

And we were all born without the game face.

They taught us to divide and conquer, homogenize, and assimilate.

But don’t believe the hype!

There’s only one side of the fence gate

We really are all alike, we really are all touchable.

And like someone said- we don’t bite!

Descubriendo sentimientos sobre los duros de este mundo

Estamos vivendo entre duchos y los que son perdidos.

So cut the crap, let’s get found, let’s Untouchables unite, let’s all of us come around!

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Snow Seems

I'm trying to be positive with the weather scene upon us- realized in my state of seasonal confusion, I hadn't posted anything in a while. So here goes: a free-flow rhyme for the sign of the time :) hope it makes you feel cozy and happy in the cold dry sun!


Sorry guys, things are just not what may seem
and in the light you see a beam
its projecting a ray of security
with warmth and comfort and a well rounded currency
fractals upon us in a desolate pattern
and without the icey crystals in a dry earthen splatter
i traced my finger in a line of ants
and watched as they milled around with discombobulated rants
and when i looked up and saw what was before me
it seemed we did the same to our cloud seed
and people wondered with nowhere to go
lost in a world without any snow...


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Spoon Fed

Spoon fed through a bottle with a full speed throttle

For some reason, when I opened the book, this was the first thing that came to me and I decided to stick with it. I'm not sure how it applies to anything I intended, but, when I think about it with more depth, I get a sense that convention allows us to grow nurtured with a false pretense of common denominators of social adeptness. Take what you are fed, and get on out> could be a way to interpret that. Divuldge in the little pleasures you are deceived into believing are "treats" to keep you going and prevent you from asking questions to the who, what, where, when, and especially, HOW this planet and its answer makers operates! How do we come to terms with understanding where it is we come from and where it is we are going. Build a common spirit that people can consume, and lead them to believe thru a false sense of fear. I got in trouble in 6th grade Chem. for asking too many questions. I mean, tell a 12 yr old that mixing all those elements together could do funny things to a human mind, and not tell him/her how or why is certainly going to lead me to question everything that comes my way, and perhaps want to try for myself! I was put on this planet to question. I'm sticking with it.

How was my spelling? Question it.
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Hello :)

What goes giddy up must come down...my computer has been down for some time. We took a break from weekly posts..and now that it has been four months, the same number as weeks in a month, i have made a return :) hello

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PARALLELS

An oldy, but goody...

Where two parallels meet,

Well, It’s no treat,

Not all the time

But once in a while you lose your mind

And in the sense of it all,

Was it worth the marshmallow wall?

She put it up in hopes to recover a more esoteric way to hover

Off the earth’s tumultuous ground

Have you ever heard that humming sound?

The one that can take a few comprehensions

And no, there are no extensions

To relieve you of this unbearable pressure

That welds up inside, it’s just pure

And when you hear it, tell me it’s a sign

Initiating an influence over your distress

And influence of the essence of freedom and it’s mine

It’s something I’ve needed but that one guess

I made was error and the escape was unfortunate

A meltdown waiting to drape my serenity with a taste

Of bittersweet memories of time and place, people and ocular treat

That is something I can’t ignore

But if I cradle it, that door will open partially

Attempting to trick

My now obsidian vision of the questions

Why and how did it happen?

I will lick the oblivion into a here and now approach-

Coming back to my senses

In order to produce a turn from other dense’s

It’s me here-

and I am free

I will conquer to cluttered mental purge and feed the need

To recognize my right to surge!

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DESIRE

the world is full of endless possibilities. Never take any moment for granted regardless of how you choose to spend it. Realize the gift of time and know its up to ourself to change that which we can. We can give the gift of giving away without the fear of attachment, but, we have to understand we have that within us. I will give away up to the time i have finely been gifted.

The power of perception in a world of deception

Or try and inspire the word desire

Two questions to discover,

An answer or a satisfaction

That will last a while,

Or, until the next distraction.

Have if you will the gift of experience,

In a world that’s eggy and comes with deliverance.

I deliver to be a fine history, a rapture, tone capture of earthly delights

A truth and a see’r despite of what it is.

My reception is skeptical,

Wary of the moment when it all

Ceased to be puuuuuuuure.

My appetite became insecure,

And unwilling to taste the fruitful bounty.

I’m in a Pocahontas county prism, if you will.

Taste the rainbow,

Or, perhaps- I’ll stand up and groooooow.

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DELUX

Every once in a while things just don't make sense. No matter how hard you blaze through the thought bin, there is no explanation! At this moment, I feel I can comprehend the meaning behind most excursions, but, in memory of the countless majority of time I can't, here's to you, mr. whut?

Habitualization of a one tone nation-

Bursting with breeds, whining delusional needs

Of whippits and tickets that teach us to hate,

Discriminate,

But alleviate the crime and hold on to your mind.

Try to find and equation, an invasion of passivity.

A truce, a spoof of our imagination-

Swinging on a prickly version of a strange excursion.

Haven’t found time to prove the unity.

Always a tick that sticks.

It’s a ruined delux. Need an influx of what?

Tell me, what do you see dub masta jee?

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FLOW

 

Om not on the go,

Om on the flow you know.

It’s the black crow that shrieked a complete freak of nature.

It’s not the cure and now I’m sure those inhibitions,

Time turned into intuitions.

And to honor my fruition 

Into a new beginning where I’m not spinning on the point of a top

That’s winning the award for revolutions

And personal bombastic

Intrusions.

And this delusion,

Wake me up I did indeed

And fight for the speed to the next best pit stop…

Hippity hop hop.

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DUST

SO- have you noticed the pollen is here? It took a little while, but, summer is on the horizon and the warmth of the weather has sprung the lil spring chicken out of me and turned me into a blossom again!!! I luv this warm air on my skin... i have needed it for waaaay too long :) enjoy this pollen this year- it is a symbol of regeneration and regrowth... peeling layers away from the cobwebs and bringing life force back to our senses... it gives us a reason to reflect on the cold winter months and it gives us a reason to remember we are alive!!!!!!
This is an old poem I wrote... I remembered I had one that spoke about pollen... when I got in my truck after work yesturday and saw the pollen, I was reminded of what I would bring to my blog next- smiles :)

As the pollen blows above and around

It dusts the rooftops and the ground

Blowing free amongst the mountains

Letting the wind decide, and I count and I count

The days I had wished that I could be the pollen and be dished

To whom and wherever I simply please

If I could wonder this earth with ease

Imagine the beautiful things I could see

While I swarm with grace but the speed of a bee

Stopping wherever I chose to land

And roaming around touching everyone’s hand

A seahorse as such is one with this confidence

And would not budge a currant for and instant

Isn’t it a blessing to do what you want

Without the worry of hitting something blunt?

People live to dream of this life

But why dream if you yourself could entice

This beauteous freedom as a gift to you

And actually breathe the air, DO

You think you would be able to let go

Of the leash that bounds you and prevents your flow

To what do you think you owe your entrapment?

Have you gotten anything from them? Have they sent

You a reward to compliment your effort?

If not, then, shit! Rip off your work shirt!

I know in the end I made the right choice

I can’t hear it now, but there is a voice

That becomes louder as time will fly

And before you know it, a year has gone by!

A new life with new work and all

Gifting me with good karma from my fall.

All the hard work pays off in the end

And in return, to them you can send

A postcard describing how great it all is now

And they’ll be questioning, “we let her go? How?”

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ABSENTEE PATRIOT??

soahcchaos

ETERNALLY DIGESTING A BEAUTIFUL TRUTH IN THE WAY OF BEING SIMPLE

I heard on 7am NPR this morning that historically, on this day, the strars and stripes flag was born. At first, I thought, wow, huh. And then I remember what this means. Essentially, it is what you make of it, but, having not been raised here, I feel different about patriotism. I went back into the archives and found this poem from when Mr. Bush was elected, ohhhh some, 11 years ago. It's pretty funny. I had a different less refined style back then. But, the point is clear. I remember, things always change, I am responisble, I plant my seed, I am what i sew, I started it and I can finnish it, I am I am I am an

ABSENTEE

I’m feeling so alone, or am I an absentee?

Should I mail in for my ballot,

Or accept the guarantee

That I believed the truth would come

Instead, I just wait to hear what becomes the sum.

It is beyond me now- what I await

I thought for sure, it wasn’t too late

To make the change that really does count

It was incredible, this is the amount?

People wake up! Can’t you see what has happened, or is it me?

Retaliation can sometimes work, without it, we’d go bizzurque!

A voice was given to us as a tool

To use and develop ripples in a pool of tides

 That will wash us away if we don’t stand up and fuckin say

Something that can really matter

Believe me, there will shatter a time much larger than before-

It’s called, we let him continue with the war.

Your time will come when the windmill sways

 And pushes a gust to cloud your days.

Regret will become you and you will need a friend

And where will you go? Who will lend

That helping hand to which you are in need…

You will turn to us, oh indeed

But we are busy building our gardens to survive,

The technological Armageddon that killed our honey and hive

Well now our vegetables are sewn and ready to eat

While you hunger and worry about how to deal with your defeat

The tables have turned- and now we have become

The reason you wish you voted as

WE ALL THINK THEREFORE WE ARE ALL ONE!!!!

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CRYSTAL

Im a social being, im seeing, and when im out, im keying,

in on the stead, im not a prisoner in my head, im like a

crystal, not lead.

It’s about believing in yourself, your stealth,

and wanting to share thoughts, and whatnots,

it’s for your health.

Your brain is a factory, making imagery, real life analogy,

only you score what your looking for, in totality

by knowing we all growing from one another and bestowing

the best gift of throwing

fact, abstract, intact, but react in a new real positive return of the golden rule deal.

Courage is the pterygium in my eye, when i cry with memories

of spilled words that i exemplify as the piss on you for a true return of the ghouls golden rule.

scary indeed, it's bleeding me, wary of a bad seed.

A crystal turned old to sand in your hand, and i stand as energy fields regather in my trilogy.

A far near distance builds a new dear without resistance.

i'm free now, now free, and i deliver to be

and wake up from this cartoon wannabe

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FEET

Throughout the days, you shall take many footsteps, and these footsteps shall be protected and guided by an internal force which shares the same waves of energy as the forces that are external to your own. Breathe closely and wakefully with each step, remembering that each step is also that which will introduce and combine each wondering moment of serenity with each wondering moment that you caste unto the earth you walk.

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TEMPLATES

Feeling a bit disturbed by the massive response to the so called rapture that is supposedly about to hit. I understand and respect the intention behind the prophecies that denounce the end of our world- and perhaps, with belief, there really is an end to a world as an individual may perceive it. But, I can only live daily with a notion that the end of any world is only that which one feeds into. I must continue to live each day without fear, and I must not hold back, remembering each day, and knowing that what I contribute to it, is what I need to concentrate on. I wrote this with reflection on my own realization that what I was putting into my life was exactly what I was getting back. Slumped for a moment, I realized I had wasted some valuable time in my distractions and I had to take myself by my own reigns and begin to steer myself toward some sort of jimmy rigged carved with a butter knife pathway. I had to begin to live fully and not travel the paved road for the path of least obstruction was getting a little too easy and not challenging my constant need for stimulation. If the water is luke warm and cozy, I want it hotter. If there was no bend in the road, I want figure eights. If a Y has three points, I want an octogon... catch my drift? So, put on your black jumper suit and your white tennis shoes and commit one of those mass check-outs if you want- but, I choose to carry on to the bitter, salty, sour, sweet delectible beginning!

Peeling the layers back. Three, sixty five, and on track

I feel alive beneath a carriage of mass

Spoiler alert, I've been crass, about to boil I'm sure

Passin’ by leaving me with a sly remark of so be it, see it, was it as plentiful as it was divine?

Cuz in all this time, I've gotten stamped and dressed and waitin'

I'm debating captain conquest has found the key to the treasure chest

So for i to sleep with twenty ten, and then dreams spent in wonder of time wasted again and again,

Shake me awake so i can shutter a whimper and mutter, please can i discover this life for which I'm a lover?

And as amazing as it sounds, the most diffuse of meaning is found between perplex facades and seemings

So for i to be crowned with a blessing in disguise cuz it's made me all the more wise?

A test in measure concise but dry to my threshold, building collapsing blocks forming a mesh cold with time lapsing...

Tick tock, and I'm shocked.

Salmonella, old white Asian fella

Recalls, sequels

evac drill and spills

Nations security, building infurity

Airplane’s, dare games,

Are we living in fear or shame?

And as i wake up every day on this mountain top, I'm scrambling to drink more before the fountain stops, guzzling this precious life i know, while others check out like it’s a no-go!

And every door that opens, I seem to close, while slipping on banana tokens i chose to ignore that wide open door, and i can't reach it anymore!

We are all just templates, blank pages, waiting for story to tell of tanked stages, pranks gauge us, baitin me for more please, someone draw me a picture so i can see through this swiss cheeze debotchery!

It's up to us to squeeze through these holes, and start setting up some real values and goals, cuz i tell ya,

It was once for-told, by the time we wake up, we will all be old!

><)))*>...fishin food for thought...

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