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The collective mind is a wave pushing those resisting over and
pulling them up into it, to share the surf, to see the shore, again.
'Imagine A Brave New World.
Where all tyranny rests
inside a crypt named "Constitution,"
and Communism becomes America's ideal.'

Bringing
    Everything
   Altogether
S ocially
             Technologically

Oh brave new world,
such a strange old place...
huckster's abound
for the sleeping *a
wake.
ta
keen
sum
si't
With eyes of restless mental fraught,
...in-kind with dancing dreamy thoughts,
and hope in lovelorn passion’s play,
prismatically amorous frenetic fray;
...yet your heart at apogee to mine today?

And if I say solemnity?
As you presage a beauty…

And if I say solace?
While you oh petulant beauty…

And when I premune peace?
You stir it with such beauty…

And as I yearn with much desire?
Commanded by your beauty!

Burning in my chest a fire,
An Eros to your beauty.

With eyes of restless mental fraught,
in-kind with dancing dreamy thoughts,
and hope in lovelorn passion’s play,
prismatically amorous frenetic fray;
yet your heart at apogee to mine today?

And you the beauty of my dismay. . .
When you are a child all of life is discovery...
-and everyone you meet is a friend.
anger
                      so much anger

more and more
anger.

-so-

I
become,
RAGE

. . .the supply appears to be unlimited.
Eight feet beneath gallows hole,
a measure for a dawn.
the rope of snaking coiled pole,
constricted curtains drawn.

Obscures a light within the soul,
till too difficult to carry on?

Sadness fills our void with tears,
it eats the heart and mind.
All good things they come to pass,
with bad things intertwined.

Struggling and serpentine
same of mind and meet,
for both they seem to collude
scheme just for your defeat.
According to the Chaldeans the source of all evil was the heavens, one of the 'two' heavens, that one which was the night time sky. This evil was found in the actions of men, their hearts or sufferings and could only be expunged by magic. It was dangerous to be out at night for the heaven of the night was the great celestial serpent always searching for victims.

The snake that stalks the pole is a reference to the serpent of heaven who
rounds the axis of earth(pole). Some mythologies has a northern and southern serpent or twins serpents as the sky in each holds different stars.
There's something else going on,
the Thing that does not make sense,
that all people experience.
All of us deny it is real.
What is it?
Where?
Is
Re
  Al?


THERE ARE TWO GODS IN HEAVEN!

"...there are two gods in heaven."

And one of them,
is
Us
Is this a city?
             -It’s a city you see?
It’s just a place,
               -it’s a place to be.
Growing up here,
                   -was hard you know?
Comin’ from the streets,
                           -you know you’re in the know.
Ain’t nothin’ real here,
                           -unless it’s made from dough…
Realize your dreams,
                     -if you make ‘em so,

And I’ve been ready all these years; yeah I’m ready to go,
Now I’m headed to the top of the Big Apple Show!

This is the city,
                 -it’s the place to be.
A place of dreams,
                 -a place of des-tin-y,
Growing up here,
                   -made me ready –complete,
Soul in the know,
                 -no I can’t be beat,
This is the city,
                 -and it was made for me.

My heart is on fire and I’m ready to go,
So now I’m headed to the top of the Big Apple Show!

This is New York,
                    -this is the place to be,
It’s made of money baby,
                               -yeah it’s a fan-ta-sy!
Came from the ghetto,
                        -that’s no place to be,
Make your move, make your mark,
                                             -come on get on your feet!

My soul is filled with knowledge; laying down the flow,
My heart is on fire and now I’m ready to go,
Man I’m headed to the top of the Big Apple Show!

Only way is up,
                   -ain’t another way to go,
New York is the place,
                          -for your soul to flow,
I’m laying down tracks,
                          -‘cause I’m ready to blow,

Soul is full of rhythm, so here I go,
My heart is on fire, I’m so ready you know,
Man I’m headed to the top of the Big Apple Show!
The only way is up, ain’t another way to go,

I’m headed to the top of the Big Apple Show!
I’m headed to the top of the Big Apple Show!
I’m headed to the top of the Big Apple Show!

Baby I’m on top of the Big Apple Show…
Lyrical poetry or song whatever.
He’s a little boy, sweet innocence,
Against priestly-rites worth seven pence,
And Mama, Papa, don’t you care?

While Father’s searching for his peace in a bottle;
Billy’s the only thing there…

Run little boy, Billy, run,
Old Father’s drunk, hear him whine again,
Crying misery and wallowin’…
A nightly muse for his chagrin,
And you’re the one he calls his; “sin.”'

So run little boy, Billy, run,
Cause Father’s drunk on his wine again,
Into his holy chambers -he’ll drag you in,
To show something he calls a sin,
And take you down to Hell with him.

He was a little boy, sweet innocence,
His name was Billy and he was heaven-sent,
A tortured child who lost his faith,
To the drunken musing’s of a cold-hearted wraith,

Run little boy, Billy, run; Jesus weeps for you son.
*Run little boy, Billy, run; Jesus weeps for you son.
In solidarity with abuse victims. Every story makes us cry, makes us angry, makes us force change; tell your stories no matter how hard.
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!

I've got a Dr. Pepper n' box o' fries,
A favorite friend sittin' with me 'by-my-side'...

I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!

Did you hear about the hot new grilled dog?
It's somethin,' that, I'll be eating at the mall!

Like poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!

Next time you feel you really need a bite,
Go ahead get a Burger King in your sight!

And pop one up a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
Like poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
Ideograms are words that have a different implied meaning as a symbol. Wing Dings are ideograms. Moving your arm up in that way you do when you eat implies a symbolic gesture therefore your, "wing-ding," is how you eat your food. The first ideograms were from Sumeria. This is all metered rhyme. Metered rhyme is very popular in American advertising.
Sea of money, green wave it crashes...
...take it peon, take all your lashes!
Homeowners, taxpayers, nation, investor,
my hands on it all, everything; for I am molester!

Ideology, philosophy and ego,
entering your hearts, your minds; the Sea Goat!
All of it for my class, the world is our pile...
...now I choke off the spigot and wither you Gen-tile!

Money subjugation, adorn it with laurels...

Banker am I!

The man of no morals!
You, Me
don't jello
we bow cup

noah 'ello

Teks nomor
nomor
nomor

noah 'ello

You, Me
don't jello
we bow cup

noah 'ello
The Night Ten to the crescent way,
                   and I'm followin' followin'

Pieces of, -the night or a day,
                 still followin' and followin'

On the Line yeah the sailor's say,
                  Luna come, followin' followin'

And ye-e-eah, ye-e-eah, YEAH! -we're watchin' WATCHIN' -watching every day!

The Night Ten to the crescent way,
                   and I'm followin' followin'

Pieces of, -the night or a day,
                 still followin' and followin'

On the Line yeah the sailor's say,
                  Luna come, followin' followin'

AND IT'S A PLACE OUTS-I-I-I-I-DE, HE'S PLAYING; MR. SHADE!

The Night Ten to the crescent way,
                   and I'm followin' followin'

Pieces of, -the night or a day,
                 still followin' and followin'

On the Line yeah the sailor's say,
                  Luna come, followin' followin'

* AND NO ONE CAN PLAY,
                  -play like Mr. Shade!

The ancients solved Longitudinal navigation by plotting a position against the moon and any one of ten major stars that can be found on the ecliptic at night. Who really believes that four thousand years of moon tablets in Sumer/Shinar are just time tables or astrology?
...are a study on a subject matter
that someone else has undertaken
on your behalf.
Ye evar 'eard oda' masta' inna swamps?
   E'a man hund wid 'is hands. . .take down a gator inna fide?
Yeah ah-boy, he a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.

Issue you'a hundin' widout a ricel? You's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.

Ain't nah trapping, nor'a line, no kedjewel, or time,
  -jussa' body inna swamp you's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.        

Swimmin' inna ***-eh got skin made-o' armah,
  -inna mud, inna grasses, eh-no teachin' it in classes,
strike wid juss a knife inna hand he's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.

Issue you'a hundin' widout a ricel? You's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.

No ricel, no Glock, no light out innna night,
  -jussa' body inna swamp you's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.

If you's can **** widout a ricel you's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
The Mother, gets Father
to crush them when
they are babies.

Father always wanted too
crush them anyways,
While Momma, she...

Tamed him, Father; see?
By giving them over
to be crushed
some day.


...always defer to some other camp,
put it in VEGAS terms...
focus on and then to say,
Revolve your mind
turn around.

. . .on a pond
floating here,
gliding there . . .
not really water,
nor, is it completely air,
just a substance inbetween us all.
What is the point of endless economic crashes when you print money by typing on a keyboard? If capitalism can only exist as formula tweaked and altered to ripen gains and losses then it is a fraud.
There once was a man from Nantucket,
Whose origins were complicated                          
so people wrote
an idiom
about
him.
The Day...
...huff, huff, ...huff
breathe
Not one but many,
downed
twenty-two a numbered set
Push!
break, reset, align...
frost, huff,
Great God of Light reveals our Glory!
breathing...breathing
Field of pain, torn, exhausted,
sweat, rain, mist, colder
as grass-stained; the warrior's drobe.

Situate,
whistle! -stop!
Realign,
Randint, paired, matched to offset...
feign, move
'Eleven-by-Eleven,' storied beget
tension

Forty-Five!
Eighteen!
Okemah!

Rush...

In the fields herds collide,
as Chaos, Eros, Geron, Adonai,
War portends a losing side?
The cheering throngs cast coronae...


Eleven steers to sacrifice,
go they do to God.
The ritual structure to suffice,
Violent nature absorbed by sod.


BULL
The origin of football is Sparta. The Game of The Sun. Contact was only allowed when in pursuit of the ball or upon players with ball in hand. You threw the ball at the sun and any player who caught it could run it downfield. All forms of contact to get the ball were allowed including eye-gouging, biting, bone-breaking or even killing. See Justinian's Trogus.
What did you say to me?
How did you say to be?
Scent of the flowers sweet,
I fell off the path; the beat.
Metamorphoses buzzing creep.

Bumblebee, Bumblebee

Nectar pollen and wiggle-dance,
Tear off the shirt and pants,
Without it I’m incomplete,
Rotting in self-defeat,
Awashed in a wild sea,

Bumblebee, Bumblebee

Buzzin’ so high and flyin’
Honeycomb drunken Mayan,
Falling west, rising east,
The party will not surcease,
While I am the Bumble-beast!

Bumblebee, Bumblebee
I am the Bumblebee,
Bumblebee, Bumblebee
I am the Bumblebee

The flight it takes off and from,
As flowers of life become,
Praying up to the Sun,
What am I imagining?  (image-gen-nun)
August vino de lum

Bumblebee, Bumblebee
Bumblebee, Bumblebee
I am the Bumblebee,
Bumblebee, Bumblebee
I am the Bumblebee
Once in thoughting so profound,
exhilarated with a bottle found. . .
. . .slake'd it up yet still I got it,
passed-out drunk, woke up, forgot it?

“Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”
“Oh my Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”
“Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”

­Where were you, when the woe was tossed, and I had to cry?

“Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”
“Oh my Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”
“Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”

­Muddled in the crowds, and I was lost, wan-ting to die.
My head wasn’t clear but I saw you there; apple of my eye-I!

“Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”
“Oh my Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”
“Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”

­We twin snakes, on a path above, and we circled ‘round,
Three nights and a day, and we fell in love, tearing up the town,
…but nothing can compare to the time we shared, and the fires-flare in our hearts -ensnared,

For your love I long, but you are dead and gone; My Butterfly!

“Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”
“Oh my Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”
“Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”

­And that will never change, tears of my heart in chains,
No love will be the same, I hang my head in shame, hiding all the pain;

My Butterfly!

“Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”
“Oh my Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”
“Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”*  ­  

“Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”
“Oh my Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”
“Butterfly-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-eye!”
Lyrical poetry in eight octave. In Southern Native American mythology the butterfly represents the human soul. It is a love ballad to the lost mythical lifestyle. The apple represents a gift. Gift of myth. Twin snakes are the northern and southern night time skies found in every ancient culture and mythology. The sky over the course of a year waves up and down in the motion of a serpent. Three nights and a day represents the Winter Solstice and Sun's hanging for three days and one night. 'Dead and gone' because mythology and mythical thinking has been replaced by science.
"The Druids taught their disciples many things about nature and the perfections of God, and that, there was only one God, the Creator of heaven and earth. One name, under which they worshiped him, was Esus or Hesus (“He," in Celtic meaning, "Lord," ) or Harits which is their name for Horus..."

~Julius Caesar from [Signs and Symbols of Primordial Man, by Albert Churchward circa 1912] [Page 186]



"He,"  -meaning, "Lord," and "Sus," being the most ancient Minoan form of, "Zeus," therefore, "Jesus," means in Celtic and Greek;

"Lord Zeus."

The word "Harits," being Sanskrit identical to, "Charits," and "Marits, Maruts," a mythical epithet for Aryas, or Aryans so the usage of it for his name means it represents him as being Aryan.  

Jesus as an Aryan.

If You can prove it, prove it wrong,
then do so here or do so in song.
If you can also, do it in verse,
then truly you'll deserve a purse.
I do not believe there will ever be,
on this point,

...a mortal man to challenge me!


Good Luck
They say I am,

"Irish?"

Then they call me Dan.

Who called upon your shores and...
said 'such-a-thing' as boorish?


CALL ME DAN

infinity
infinity
infinity


rear your

       * ugly head... *
'Dan,' means 'Hero' in ancient tongue.
by David Patrick Mowers


Been together a long, long time,
your heart and hand held close to mine,
but after fourteen years,
and you know some thousand tears...

I don't wear my heart on my sleeve anymore.

Had some problems in our life...
times I weren't your Man, times you weren't my Wife,
..but after Fourteen Years,
and you know some thousand tears..

I don't wear my heart on my sleeve anymore.

Oh no more..

No, no, no-o....no more-or

Still have to think about,
all the things we couldn't talk out....
..but I don't wear my heart on my sleeve anymore...

Oh I know I don't wear my heart on my sleeve anymore.

Now the end is finally come,
new things have now begun,
funny, I still think of you,
...and all the things that we've been through,

But I don't wear my heart on my sleeve anymore.

No, no I don't wear my heart on my sleeve anymore.

I can't wear my heart on my sleeve anymore,
no more...
...I don't wear it no more,

I don't wear it!

I don't wear it no more....
This song was written by my father about his relationship with my mother. It was his one recorded track after a lifetime of playing music as a hobby. The title of the track is Carole. Anyone who messages me will receive an invitation to DropBox to hear the live recording which contains two versions as well as jam material.
With a body of curves, like no other, a true image of the magnificent, celestial mother.

And flowing as a spring with infinite roar, yet one small detail one could not ignore.

Her hair was a torrent, a weathering storm, scattering birds, attracting lightning; a whirlpool in form.

This visage, this appearance, so strange, so bizarre; face of spinning waters, as brilliant as stars.

Falling in love with her, into her flows, where everyone knows where the torrid passion goes.

In drowning descent, never returning from the throes, Land of Sleep, a beast awaits; the awful Kro-nos.
Charybdis is the whirlpool that descends to the underworld. She is the source of the word Caribbean. This is metered poetry. I believe Charybdis is in fact all the oceans around the Eurasian landmass, swirling as a gigantic whirlpool that in ancient times would bring any ship down whom ventured to stay at sea too long.
The rock I kicked was simply granite, not to take my life for granted but smacking up against the curb contrite I might put it for blurb, it felt like more than boredom’s play, a sour sadness I felt that day. It speaks to age the days remembered the way or form my sentence is tendered, for that younger one would surely say, “I don’t know, I don’t feel like play.” Prodded further, questioning why, blank expression on face of mine, I stood there lonely with rock my friend, but certainly remember not knowing how to begin.  Kick it, catch it, pop it off grey rail and roll it does into the street, where suddenly I’m forced to meet some silly girl her hand struck out, who tries too hard for friends no doubt! Trying hard to make me greet her, getting closer and ever sweeter, I focused on my play with rock and finally she just gave up.

  New town, new street, new school, new house and now I’d have to run about, to find a whole new group of friends all while still miss my old friends and this silly girl with her shenanigans.  She is pretty, her dress is nice, I like her shoes too but I must ignore her to get new friends or I’ll never pal around with other boys again. That’s what girls do. Make you silly to the other boys who say you’re frilly with dolls for toys, dainty acting like a girl and called a bunch of funny names and never picked at wall-ball games.  Not me, no Sir, I’ve moved before, made mistakes by being friends with girls, sad enough I need no more being friends with her would be a chore.

  What’s wrong with her? It’s been all day and never have I with her played but here she is hours later having at my side whole time just stayed? Now we’re walking home and it’s getting dark; we get to entrance of the park, the woods and shadows make it scary, I look over at her and she’s afraid and suddenly I’m glad she stayed. I slow down so she’s next to me; I press my lips tight and **** it in so she can’t tell that I’m frightened. In my pocket were some rocks to use in case there’s a fight, I puffed my chest to show my might and I held her hand really tight as we walked into the quickening night. I told her not to worry much because I’m good with rocks and fists and such. I walked her all the way to her front door pretending like it was a chore; man-o-man did it take a while but when we got there she sure did smile.

  She kissed me sweetly on the cheek, something that I did not seek but for me, it added to her mystique.  I ran through the neighborhood, my happy world beguiling and when I got home I still was smiling! Door slammed shut, Dad is lazy. Mom is cooking and I smell mash n’ gravy. She asked if I had fun and played, I smiled thinking of the friend I’d made.
I am the Council-Man and I decree,
All that you can do and all that you see,
For I make the rules and I am the law,
And no one best test me, for I command all.
Bow on your knees citizen, for I will be King!

“Once I have made rules, to control every-thing!”
I've had a thousand conversations with you in my mind this week.


I already know what you will say.


My responses,
yes,
...they are rehearsed.


My patience is limited for,
       unlike you,
...I have seen this movie before.


Sorry,

            "It doesn't mean I do not love you,

in fact,

...it means the opposite."




...because you are all I think about

                                                               -constantly.

* It is not that I am really smart
It is not that I am really smart
It is not that I am really smart.
*


I see you all.

All the time,

endlessly
I want to love one of you girls,
<tempo>
[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun-dun-du­n-dun-dun-dun-dun]

<music stop>
"THINK I'VE BEEN A-ROUND HERE BEFORE,
               -think I've been AROUND here be-fore!"


"Now, thinking 'bout it, look around, 'even-with-crowd' it's...
              ye-e-a-h-a,       -I've been around here before."


[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun­-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-du­n]
[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]

"Came out tonight for some fun, and now I'm drinkin' til I'm done,
              yeah,       -I've been around here before."


[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun­-dun-dun-dun-dun-DUN-DUN]

"You sat down, bought a drink, looked around, hear see me sing-ing...
              -feels just like you've been around here be-fore?"


[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-du­n-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]

"On that point, ain't no more, slam one down and there's the door,
              yeah,       -I know you've been around here before."


[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun­-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-du­n]
[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]

[Dun-dun-du­n-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun­]
[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun-dun-du­n-dun-dun-DUN-DUN]

"Think I've been around here before,
                -but I ain't comin' here no more!"


[Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]
[Dun-dun-d­un-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun]




"Sweet-thing come on now here's the door..."
Tribute to a Blues King
soft spoken intro

The tree,
With its lights,
***** and tinsel,
Garland, excitement,
Of these nights,
The mistletoe and a star…
Ornaments,
See the candy canes,
Icicles,
And a door wreath,
On a cold,
Snowy Christmas Eve!  

Toys of Elvin-creation gleam, faces of the children they smile and beam, pitter-patter sounds of feet stomp -ing; it’s a cold snowy Christmas Eve!

A night of magic you won’t believe; it’s a cold snowy Christmas Eve!

Santa Claus and Christmas-time, sing a-long with our cheery rhyme, nothing ever feels so fine; it’s a cold snowy Christmas Eve!

A night of magic you won’t believe; it’s a cold snowy Christmas Eve!

Spicy scent of pumpkin pies, hear the reindeer when his sleigh arrives, toting presents that jolly guy; it’s a cold snowy Christmas Eve!

A night of magic you won’t believe; it’s a cold snowy Christmas Eve!

Santa, St. Nick, Sinterklaas, around the whole world in one night -no pause, and a childhood feeling that’ll never be lost; it’s a cold snowy Christmas Eve!

A night of magic you won’t believe; it’s a cold snowy Christmas Eve!
Tally-**! Jolly-fun! The night ain’t over till Santa’s done; a night of magic you won’t believe, it’s a cold snowy Christmas Eve!

It’s a cold snowy Christmas Eve!

A cold snowy Christmas Eve!
Freedom on the trail,
Been banished by be-trayel,

What was, came to pass,
Heart crushed; Old Sugar Glass.

If it just could be,
Just one more day for me,
Baby, it'd be you-
-I'd have to see...

My Colorado Heart!
       I see you,

Colorado Heart!
       Reach for you,

COLORADO!
        My heart,

...my heart that you are.

Yeah my heart, you are.
...my heart that you are.
I share-nowan-do
I share-nowan-do
I share-nowan-do

Fu shew-away u blacks

Icehousey, buddie wiser are..my MAN-he he hein kin..
Dan tell me wat fugshuis -Denmark!

SHRI DENMARK!

VUBAKS go

go Alaska, Africa, be free then...den

My Grandfather stood at Antietam

VUBAKS go

These medals, pins, regalia, -so special.

...not general... like you...

SPE i -CIAL

Der idsey con Tan nint-in shew balon to.

VUBAKS go

Everybody knows, civilization was created by Whiskey!

...whiskey...

Der idsey con Tan nint-in shew balon to.

I share-nowan-do
I share-nowan-do
I share-nowan-do

VEE SHAR NO WAN DO-O....

I voted for Drumpf

I share-nowan-do
I share-nowan-do
I share-nowan-do


SHRI TRUMPF -D

yeah...yeah

ISA
de-urdsey
Think about it.
Did you know that
if you pour fat on a stone
God will eat it and
chip his teeth
becoming, ...angry?

Did you know that?

Is that, ...literal?
in meaning...
did God once bite a man's flesh
consuming his shoulder;
like a pork shoulder?

Did God do that?

Maybe God just shouldered,
...the burden of...
silly men and teacher's tales?
Maybe he didn't chip his teeth at all?
Perhaps he swallowed something ridiculous?

I don't know,
Believe what you like...

From space the Peloponnese,
appear like a chewed-up shoulder.


Don't they?
In another place… -at a different time,
To some others face… -sing-ing -a rhyme,
Just a trace, so subtle, so su-blime…

Did I find the courage to say…
Did I find the courage to say?

At another place, to some others face,
Penciled and traced, heart thumping a base,
So subtle, sublime, something more than rhyme…

Did I find the courage to say…
How’d I find my heart that day?
Did I find the courage to say?

In another place, different time, -lovely face,
For my love I sing and rhyme…

Did I find the courage to say…
How much I loved you… -every day?
Did I find the courage to say…
How much I loved you… -every day?

Did I find the courage to say…
How did I find my heart that day?
Did I find the courage to say?
How much I loved you every day?
Cause girl I love you… -every day.
Came in late to work this morning,
Me and the boss got in a fight,
Now I'm sittin' in a jail cell,
Cause I got a better right!

If I only had a pick-up truck,
A little girl in a nice sundress,
If I only had an old dog,
A family farm  that was a mess,

Then I guess I'd be a cowboy,
And I'd always have me a job,
And I guess I'd be happy too,
...instead of eating prison slop!

I spent that last night drunk again,
Hung-over after fightin' with the wife,
Came in late to work that mornin',
Me and the boss got in a fight,
Now I'm sittin' in a jail cell,
Cause I got a better right!

I can remember all the country tunes,
Young love out dancing with the wife,
How her face shined in-the-moon,
Left a simple cowboy-n'-country life!

If I only had a pick-up truck,
My best girl in her little sundress,
If I only had my old dog,
My family farm that was a mess,

Then I guess I'd be a cowboy,
And I'd always have me a job,
And I guess I'd be happy too,
...instead of eating prison slop!

Came in late to work that mornin',
Me and the boss got in a fight,
Now I'm sittin' in a jail cell,
Cause I got a better right!

If I'd stayed on that family farm,
If I still had my old dog,
Then I guess I'd be a cowboy,
Maybe the wife would still be gone?
Then I guess I'd be happy too,
...instead of singing this sad song.

Then I guess I'd be a cowboy,
And I'd always have me a job,
And I guess I'd be happy too,
...instead of eating prison slop!

Came in late to work that mornin',
Me and the boss got in a fight,
Serving my time in a jail cell,
Cause I got a better right!
Yeah I guess I'd be a cowboy,
Cause I will never find a job,
And I bet I'll be happy too,
...no more eating prison slop!*

Yeah, I guess I'll be a cowboy,
Yeah, I'll always have a job,
Yeah, you know I'll be happy too,
...pick-up truck and an old dog.
Country music mythology.
I feel like life is over,
Can’t stand the pain,
Come on an get it over,
This living's insane,
Popped into the fire,
Now I’m playing the game,
Unfulfilled desires,
Will it ever change?

I wander through the park on a Saturday night,
Scorin’ up a piece, now I’m hitting that pipe,
I’m broke, outta work, I’m thrown under the bus,
With two quarters in my pocket under ****-crowing Je-sus!


Take it! Take it…take it all, all, all, all,
Take it all, get high and fall.
Take it all, all, all, all, take it all, all, all, all,
TAKE IT…TAKE IT…all, all, all,
Take it all, get high and fall.
TAKE IT, all, all, all,
TAKE IT all, all, all, all…


Can he see me?
Can he hear me?
My mind’s a blank,
Time is slowing down...
The pain is all gone,
Push it, load it up,
It’s nearing dawn,
Come on an get it up,
Yeah it’s nearing dawn!

I wander through the park on a Saturday night,
Scorin’ up a piece, now I’m hitting that pipe,
I’m broke, outta work, I’m thrown under the bus,
With two quarters in my pocket under ****-crowing Je-sus!


Take it! Take it…take it all, all, all, all,
Take it all, get high and fall.
Take it all, all, all, all, take it all, all, all, all,
TAKE IT…TAKE IT…all, all, all,
Take it all, get high and fall.
TAKE IT, all, all, all,
TAKE IT all, all, all, all…


spoken word

*I wander through the park on a Saturday night,
Scorin’ up a piece, now I’m hitting that pipe,
I’m broke, outta work, I’m thrown under the bus,
With two quarters in my pocket under ****-crowing Je-sus!
Seeking a Dragon:

“Has anyone ever seen, a lizard who licks the air, smells the sounds, hears the tasty gnats flying ‘round and knows the instincts of his prey while holding fast his scaly-green statue on a hot summer’s day with his eyes like pinholes straight to hell, his hunger an anxious frantic swell he quickly darts after his dinner devouring that faithless sinner?”
I have heard that obese Christians are tastier. In that regard Americans must be delicious!
It can always
bite
into your skin
but unless it kills you
                                       it will not change you?
He’s dangerous,
Just a little, just a little just,

*chorus
DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

So dangerous,
Touch of fear, scent of musk just,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

Seeing what I want for the first time,
Fear so overwhelming, it’s feeling like a crime…
Dancing now he’s closer, his eyes say mine,

He’s dangerous,
Just a little, just a little just,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

So dangerous,
Touch of fear, scent of musk just,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

How to let him know what I’m all about?
Want him so bad that I’ll scream and shout,
How do I let him know what I’m about?

Being dangerous!
Just a little, just a little just,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

So dangerous,
So ****, so *** me just,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

Leather, chains and ropes there can be no doubt,
Eyes and hands on me has he figured out?
Put your collar on me that’s what I’m about,

Oh dangerous,
Just a little, just a little just,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

So dangerous,
Living a fantasy I must be,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

Yeah, dangerous,
Just a little, just a little just,

DANGEROUS!
Just a little, just a little just,

…just a little, just a little…
Once when an Angel called me,
Not single right now; sor-ry…
Like a shadow with wings,
I see him around…

Not that it really matters,
His dress is torn and tattered,
A shadow of flap-ping wings,
Lit-tle breezy…here with no sound?

Kiss of a fool and the angels above…
And they’re falling forever, falling in love,
Kiss of a fool and the angels above…
And they’re falling forever, falling in love,

Hey you…angel who called me,
Am -I...really that pretty?
Get out of that tree,
Come down to the ground!

Dancing with wings, moving around,
Twirling…still, there’s no sound?
Dating an angel; falling down!
Dated an angel, fallen down.

Kiss of a fool with the heavens above…
And we’re falling forever, falling in love,
Kiss of a fool and the heavens above…
And we’re falling forever, falling in love,

Okay angel who called me…
It was okay but sor-ry,
Dated an angel, fooling around,
Broken up, sorry, shadowy ground.

Kiss of a fool and the angel above…
And he’s fallen forever, falling in love,
Kiss of a fool and the heavens above…
And they’re falling forever, fallen in love,

I hear Sheryl Crow when I sing this.
Stars gleam -night/snakes run their races,
Rain always seems/to find our faces,
Drowning deep abyss/those dark and evil places,
Wanna' die, release/trapped time, a Beast,
....come end this stasis,
....come end this stasis,

I wanna' die,
Transpose,
I wanna' die,
Cosmos!


We have eyes/still won’t see it,
Hearing without hearing, ears won’t believe it,
Argo, course, pivot/never touch, feel, regret,
Hunger boils feel/pain, life, hurts, reveal;

I wanna' die,
Transpose,
I wanna die,
Cosmos!


I wanna' dine at the table of Kro-nos!

Grinded, gnashed, sliced, eaten/devoured as a Cretan,
Die, soul to fly/meet in the sky,

I wanna' die in the cosmos,

I wanna die,
Transpose,
I wanna die,
Cosmos!


Trapped mill machine/they eat, they gleam,
Meet for the feast/Almighty beast, Almighty Kronos!

I wanna dine,
It a crime?
Swallowed by time,
In the cosmos,
I wanna die,
I wanna dine,


I wanna dine cosmos/retch my body, I transpose,

I wanna dine at the table of Kro-nos!

*I wanna die,
Transpose,
I wanna die,
Cosmos!
We knew
many years
planet dying.

We built
concrete orbs
hollowed-out;
had DNA
filled inside.

Simple corals
over time
ate them
brought back;
ocean life.
We're taking steps to make sure humans can survive the apocalypse. What if we assume we do not survive and take steps to save what life is left now? Who has more of a right to this earth? You learned from science. Science is the study of nature. Nature is earth. You've learned nothing if you let it die.
"Never jump into the **** of Elk horn sideways,
              it'll make you ***** and chiropractors can't fix that!"

You know cause your back will have to contort to fit inside an ****?
Like a Marvel of the Phoenix
All ends with begin-nings
What keeps the Force spinning (uh)
X-Force is beginning...
  

We have let go...and feel-ing Mex-i-co
Let's raise the Bell, serving tacos, escape
this Hell?


"She's up and hungry for fun,
I'm up all night to eat some
She's up all night so let's run
We're up all night to eat tacos...


We're up all night to eat tacos...
We're up all night to eat tacos...
I'm up all night to eat tacos...
We're up all night to eat tacos...
I'm up all night to eat tacos...


"We eat ta-cos 'til there's sun
Stayed up all night to eat one
Got hungry, -and made 'Ah' run
We're up all night to eat tacos...
We're up all night to eat tacos...
I'm up all night to eat tacos...
We're up all night to eat tacos...
I'm up all night to eat tacos...


Taco Bell, it sets no hours...
...and it's raining, -taco showers?
What is this I'm feeling?
Seeing tacos on my ceiling?


We've come too far to give up who we are
So…

"We eat ta-cos 'til there's sun
Stayed up all night to eat one
Got hungry, -and made 'Ah' run
We're up all night to eat tacos...
We're up all night to eat tacos...
I'm up all night to eat tacos...
We're up all night to eat tacos...
I'm up all night to eat tacos...




...Taco Bell allow guns inside?


"We eat ta-cos 'til there's sun
Stayed up all night to eat one
Got hungry, -and made 'Ah' run
We're up all night to eat tacos...
We're up all night to eat tacos...
I'm up all night to eat tacos...
We're up all night to eat tacos...
I'm up all night to eat tacos...


"We're up all night to eat tacos...
We're up all night to eat tacos...
I'm up all night to eat tacos...
We're up all night to eat tacos...
We're up all night to eat tacos...
We're up all night to eat tacos...
We're up all night to eat tacos....




...Taco Bell allow guns inside?
Deadpool Taco Bell Daft Punk dream state. Lyrics altered from Daft Punk, "Get Lucky." Ever notice how your brain puts this kinda stuff together when you dream?
Here I am now,
...and I still love you still.
Here I am now,
...and I still love you still.
Here I am now,
...and I still love you still.

Where have you been -these past thirteen years?
Grab ahold my heart -drowning in my tears,
Here I am now, -still love you still...

Here I am now,
...and I still love you still.
Here I am now,
...and I still love you still.
Here I am now,
...and I still love you still.

All this time has passed -here you are,
Called me from the blue -there you are,
Eyes entranced together and twinkling like two stars...

Here I am now,
...and I still love you still.
Here I am now,
...and I still love you still.
Here I am now,
...and I still love you still.

Here I am now and there you are,
Goodbye forgotten years and grab ahold my heart,
Still love you still, -emerging from my dark.

Here I am now,
...and I still love you still.
Here I am now,
...and I still love you still.
Here I am now,
...and I still love you still.
The love of my life is a girl who rejected me for all the right reasons but came back to me years later.
I apologize for stealing your heart. . .

-perhaps I might give you mine in return?
it was not women he killed,

-wanted to ****-

it was female confidence..?
Women like the thrill of aggression. They key to it. They want that level of confidence in a male when he screws her...but then when he gets to rough. To aggressive. When she realizes he doesn't actually care about having an ****** with her. What gets him off is hurting another person and that person; is you.
Ask yourself; "Is THAT my mate in life?"
...means,

             never having to

                                          ask

              ­ permission.
To those who protest you are Patriots: let your voice be heard.
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