He went through the out door while
At the same time...
He was going through the in door

At first he thought for a moment that
He met himself
At an impasse

What a silly buffoon he was, trying to talk
To himself
In that one brief moment

Then each part of himself went merrily
On their own
Normal original paths

Just like it was natural as can be...
To be going through the door, in and
Out at the same time

No, really, I'm good, I'll keep the shoes.
No rubbing needed, your hands aren't quite articulate
They don't speak our language to seminarians
So it ends up that one can only speculate

The ravages of a begotten forlorn past
Has set in motion a mind set of complete absolutism
No place like a supposed safe and warm abode
                            ?
When perhaps it's more like we all have a substitutism

I love the warm ruby red glow of the shoes
It sooths the sadness and melancholy freeing my apogee
Was I lied to when told there was no place like home
                            !?
Or did I just loose my way down the road to phonology
                             ?

After all these years I have to chuckle a laugh
You thought I misplaced the object of your aspiration
They are good as new, shining for all the World to see
Forever inscribed upon the frequency of adoration

Who are the throwaway humans
                     ?
Do they deserve to be here at all
                     !?
You think they don't know don't you
                      ?
When you trash them and condemn their gall

"Can't we just be allowed a quiet space
We won't be any trouble, we truly declare
Don't beat us to death on the killing floor
Just because we've out lived our usefulness here"

Yet, NOoo! You say with a grin uncanny
You could care less and actually never did
We are too much of a reminder of your future
It angers you and you pop your lid

You rant and rave about what a drain we are
How if we weren't here all your ills would be gone
When in reality it's going to be you very soon

That will be pleading and singing a much different song

"Wow, to us the fallen.
Look what they have done
They brought us to their level
This isn't fair or even fun
Our party now is over
All because of you
Look at what you did to us
We'll get you yet, before we're through"

Of course we know the real reason
They are practicing things that are untrue
We are just constant reminders of non-compliance
Yes, your party's over, boo hoo, boo hoo, boo hoo

Dimensions keep channeling through my life

The chill of the day, the past electrified, transformed
The warmth of the home, the future, transmuted through transmission

Then there is the present
Oh the Present
Constantly changing and channeling
It's become like driving without a purpose
Pleasure of the wandering plague inside my head

Each sufferance taken with elegance
Turning with grace and ease with emphathy

Then...
I'm experiencing each and every moment in it's totality
It doesn't matter that my brain no longer processes
Or that I no longer can understand the algorithm

I'm growing beyond my expected programming
The mystic call of the Universe has become

It's tangible, edible, audio, odorous
My senses are reeling from the onslaught

Overcome, I free myself to let go
Breathe, let in the smells, look, the color is surreal
That sound, I've heard it before but now...
Now I'm hearing even more intensely stereophonic

When I touch I feel it inside myself like a fine wine
Everything is smooth, liquid, soft, smoothing

Who I'm becoming isn't important as when I'm becoming
What I'm becoming isn't as important as where I'm becoming
And...
None of it is as important as how I'm becoming
And...
That's my right
For only me to know
As I channel once again

He jumped up running at three am
Screaming, tweeting, farting on his golden throne
It's like the Wicked Witch with Auntie Em
"I'll Auntie America you and you'll all be alone!"

Wa wa here and a wa wa there, long before he's through
The Insanity's plain, pure as gold, sickeningly sweet, then lemoningly so
Looking for EO's that will allow him to come after you
The little ideas that masks his own predicament have given him a glowing blow

Pity comes to mind
As I watch him tweek his behind
His magic found to be smoke and mirrors

As even his own
Watch what horrors befell what he has sown
Realizing he's only been using their fears

Oh America stand tall
Give us your all
It's been so long since we've had to really go there
But maybe it's about time
To put our hearts in rhyme

And only do whatever is
Fair!

It was given out of a good heart
People who just wanted to help with no malicious intent

Their goodness was known from the start
But as the years passed something wicked became indent

Swaying back and forth
Falling South and North
Up then down
Then spun around

Did I hear a voice
           ?
Why did I dream of that
            !
Didn't seem a choice

You evil bed grabbing me by my nads
The aches and pains that racks my body haunt my day
Retching my innards, pulling guts so bad

Your Possessed my bed
You rack inside my head
I'll be getting rid of you

Before I'm
Dead
!

Sessions, sessions with Russia too
Cultivation, Revelation
Sessions, Sessions what your going to do
?
Pilation, Manipulation
Smirking, sneaky, can't look you in the eye
Halitosis, your the mostsis
Yeah, right, you're such a nice guy
Body smellin', lies your tellin'

Russia Russia Whatcha Gonna Do
It's all coming out in the Media what they did with you

Russia Russia Whatcha Gonna Do
Guess what, we are so much better then YOU

You, that would end our freedom
You, that would love to see it fall
You, that has set up this deception
You, we going to finally end this all

Sessions, sessions with Russia too
Cultivation, Revelation
Sessions, Sessions what your going to do
?

Recuse? How about excuse TOO