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Give me a Sign
any sign will do
just give me a sign
and I'll do the rest;

It doesn't matter
if it's true or it's false,
it only matters if
it makes One give pause;
and reflect upon that
which One still haves
and what can be done
if only One knew;

what One already has learned
what One already has forgotten;

whence One is from
what One already has done
that One is some Body's Sun;

where One already has gone,
what One already has foregone,
what One already has to do
what One already has within;

there is no limit
but limits of Mind,
they are the boundaries
which inexorably confine
and restrict us to "us"
instead of "it all",
Mind is your gift and curse;
please don't make it your downfall.

Mind is a Tool.
Mind
Is
a Tool.

A Tool,
which sometimes works itself
in counterproductive ways;
it is only shameful when
you allow it to stray;
the only true Sin.

You are not your Mind;
You are not your Body
You are an Illusion of Mind,
the Pilot of Body.

Give them a Sign
any sign will do
just give them a sign
and they'll do the rest;

There are no limits
except our limits of Mind,
they are the boundaries
which inexorably confine
and restrict us to "us"
instead of "it all",
Mind is our gift and curse;
please, let's not make it our downfall.

Mind is our tool.

We are not our Minds;
We are not our Bodies
We are Illusions of Mind,
the Pilots of Bodies.
In that way,
true Illuminati

So,
Give us a Sign
any sign will do
just give us a sign
and we'll do the rest;

It doesn't matter
if it's true or it's false,
it only matters if
it makes us give pause.

It doesn't matter
what Sign it is
it only matters
if
We make it relevant.

We make it relevant.

Make it relevant.

Mind is a Tool;
Make it relevant
to you.

(Then, perhaps, you will be relevant to it.)
I intend my verbiage in this poem/lyric to be as secular and Mythic as possible,
but that itself is subject to interpretation, so there you have it.

Also, the subject "it" is meant to be flexible as opposed to concrete;
in that "it" is not always Mind, you, me, etc.
"It" is a Tool
Use it for "you"

Make it relevant.
poisoned love
subliminal

images that enslave

ah!

there you are

----------

watching ***** children
dance with celebs
instead of stars!

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beyonce the beyonce!

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sasha fiercly free!

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are we
really only

stupid twits?

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poisoned country

beyond the beyouncing
booberoos

poisoned minds

(speaking

subliminally)
 May 2013 Angel Moore
tread
I'm sure I could see an Illuminati reference
in the combination of 'play-pause.'

thing is,
I'm winning if I'm talking about it

******* idiots couldn't keep their secret society a secret
 May 2013 Angel Moore
Nick Durbin
Beautifully aligned,
This perfectly created being -
Seemingly insurmountable distances stretch between us -
I have but one wish,

A simple thimble...
I know that you also feel-
we almost had it for real,
now everything we try to make
seems so shallow, cheap and fake...
 May 2013 Angel Moore
Amber S
you lick me clean,
(no need for seconds)
i am dinner and desserts,
wrapped in one.
i have metamorphosed.
(you chipped and cracked until
the cocoon fell and shattered)
sticky air kisses my collarbone,
you slurp the salty water because no one can
satisfy you like I can.
the fields tingle through my old bones,
the lakes shiver upon my friable vents.
i am free, darling,
free only when i am with you.
dear lord i
want to do
things i will

not regret eternally
i sleep in
your hammock love

i am no

longer in

hiding

but rather waking
to the silence
of my hut

to the how-are-you-this-mornings
of the secret friend
and friends

singing
songs
to

each other as
the semis roar
by on the

highway headed for
nyc or maybe
bridgeport

dear lord thank
you for life
for this hut

for this blanket
please wrap your
grace around those

who are doing
without wrap it
around me that

i may wrap
it around others
heal us and

we'll be healed
save us and
we'll be saved
mapinduzi
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