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Monopoly Contortions

Communication technology recognition Reformation in monopoly contortions Feel the attuned tunes from satellites Setting light like an antenna televised Usher prolific hologram vised in vision Bid manipulation bye to new world neon’s Motivation from free thought movement Commendations cemented in another time-zone Complement to comment for extra terrestrials Electrical vibrations moving from wired modems   Floating up above the skies, a heaven end   All life become a past tense lie, come lie A dead fantasy for the oars ain’t tacky The most surreal reality, the stability, an ability Congeniality, this is an alien evasion, adaptability Figure a boxer on the ring, trenching victory An agility the accessibility to the victorious flag Tracing admissible tunes, planking in a cool challenge The heroic and not hectic hologram check the angiogram Its not a diagram, but a radiant heart an earthy soul Am a do anything, buffing myself to do anything Ain’t a deal rocking the crowd in crazy clouds Breaking the underground like a Fujita F Scale tornado Ronaldo tormenting the ball in a field with F clef societal Social control and orders, tormenting the fucker to extraordinaire, an extradite Streaming live make you believe like you can live for real Stratifications, crappy classes and sewn mobility Chasing dreams in the winds deeply wheeled in a well Be well as we sink  so deep to seek and hold the dense The essence of the whirlwind, it’s a seep through static This rollercoaster an aspiration to inspire then perspire Ever higher, from the root to crown charkra, a tantra Annata,the ascending holographic magnetic hero Tuning visions to dreamers and travellers Hold my hand as we sink underneath the stratums No sputum, just headphones.... a culture, it’s the new age soul
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SassyJ
38 / F
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Written by
SassyJ
38 / F
Published
Jan 10, 2016
Lines·Words
72·286
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An alien televising from another time zone. The monopoly grounds broken by the new free thought movement, questioning all the control and social orders. Calling to break the ground of 'normality', shaking up the routine with a F scale tornado or even F clef crescendo. Humanity, need to sink deeper and rise from root to crown charka to envision the vision, to unravel the stratums and ultimately uncovering the true "human essence"... One peace!

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#soul#sink#monopoly#oars#what-is-reality#stratum#contortions#dreamers-travellers
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