HIGHER THAN A RIVER’S BED {G}
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Gangs’ violence and the gods get along just fine, stayin’ alive in memory, surviving solo souls
Separated from their twins at childbirth, three fourths of the living will die in dirt-full holes
If you think that it’s better that you don’t cause the end of your world nor someone else’s ego
Avoid words that express blaming and faulting of the ones that you address, respect the flow.
In the know of the ignorance of our fathers and mothers who felt the bliss of living in the pain
From the labor in fields n’ factories, consuming the affairs of mankind’s all too humane sting
You could worry as if you’ve a choice to repair the harm done, as perceived or forget about it
Save your heartbeats for the important things like breathing in and out deeply, Be a rivulet.
There is no choice for water but to move with the flow and work around obstacles to the sea
Where everything on Earth returns, eventually in one form or another, skull, bones and dust
Peculiar sightings on a screen back-light and a naked form of occult science in your fecal glee
As if there’s a reason to consume and exhume matter other than ‘just because’ dying’s a must.
Please do not insult my ego or my id and call me what I am, all too human big heads’ eyes
Communicate with the flashing lights, advancing and receding shapes in and out of dreams
Awakened from being asleep in this dream, coast west to east shinin’ lights invade my skies
Pretend that your mother and father, professors, tutors and your Self revealed, God creams.
Now, here your are again, trying to complete a mission that’s impossible, appear to disappear
Which you’ll do, whether or not there’s a heaven or a wild, punishing hell, easy as a cold beer
Away from the ground, bones buried, crushed into the stardust’s data stream of solar flares
A lot of things, in a myriad of shapes, forms, to see and touch, to smell, to taste the grey hairs.
Let the missiles fly to the remainder of Tigris and Euphrates, Mississippi and Missouri flow
Pussycats and rabid canines foam ‘cause they’re full of diseased bacteria in a viral playground
Putting DNA at the mercy of mutated RNA is the beginning, the end you’ll be, species’ extinct
Don’t close both of your eyes, you may be nuked by zealots today, It may end, eh? blink-182.
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c. July 23, 2018 AnnoDomini @ 4:44 AM PST
{ written while sleepin’ in bed with my #Muse who is attached to my #Kundalini and of course, listenin’ to blink-182 #AnotherGirlAnotherPlanet & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hcKpfhJoeHQ }
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