#groovy
~~~^♡^
black light posters
lava lamps
purple haze
and mega amps
bright **** rugs
in pink and green
long straight hair
or Afro-Sheen
go ask Alice
how time flies
starships blast off
In her eyes
mini-skirt
hair down̈ long,
pink glasses
youths are high,
will skip their classes
yellow ribbons
in her hair
Vietnam
Scarborough Fair
beaded curtain
leather and lace
morals gone
Without a trace
Mother Mary
let it be
flower power
love for free
you can find
a cause to mend
but it's hard
to find a friend
psychedelic
music blasts
what was "groovy"
now the past
soulsurvivor
5/10/2015
~~~^♡^
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 4:54 AM UTC
2020 - day 193 part 2
Sunday, July 12, 2020
2:54 PM
We all have won, more than once. We know
the waay it feels soo right.
Dare and do, theyoostasay,
Jah, today, I ask
what gives,
what takes away the fear of death the young ones hold,
as their, from your authorized sen' ones, human right,
right by
righteous statements, SOP
standard op procedures,
like war on TV, in the sixties.
Survived
to face
five fold ministers, now all prophecying doom to me,
the heresy shaping up,
for war with the hated haters of him who hates
iniquity, hates
a false balance, hates
a false witness; and it stands to reason, here is safe.
Here is no condemnation, by virtue of you being here.
Were there condemnation here,
could you imagine Jesus's will, in you, being done
out there,
in the open, no walls, no closets, no phobias, no neurosis
not psychosis
okeh. This day, this far, we agree, we are alive, we are finding
meanings common all our lives,
meanings we knew were lies being left to test our will to
use the freaking force, LUKEOUT!
Lookout-
Never works, nor do light sabers,… words work
light sabers never better than lightning,
except in weapons that may be imagined, if any thing is possible,
you know it is, '' before you believe it is.
This is war. This tuning in to feel the fear of death shackling children,
with the same old stories,
amplified by more than one could think or ask,
once upon a time.
Wish to catch the magic fish,
lust to find Allasdenof readers who knew Mohammed
never learned
to read,
they say, I wouldn't know. If there were no history.
There are still stories tucked just so into stories,
everybody knows.
The experience, we being, being the crowd for crying out loud,
we got it. life is good. we feel… we feel… wrong
we know
ever is never like now… somehow we
think we do, inky do say
listen
the story is the story you tell, you know.
push and shove, twist and pull
patty cake, paddy cake, baker man, putemintheovenfasasucan
the religious thought was linked to truth, eu means joy ye ken?
eudaemonia, as a state, is governed a we, a we we may see as ours
- go to the ant, thou sluggard, consider her ways and be likewise
Take y'given tangled web, 'twas gifted to our fathers,
by others who did not know
the blessing in giving more, taking less. The spirits
in the gin,
then in the *** then whiskey, rye whisky in little
brown jugs,
I wuvoo
I do, little blue legal chick in 1970, just before
biome me mem meme fall
all ye outs back in. We got a session with the judge, it seems
there is an accuser, after all…
this maybe so sayer say Jesus is a liar, like untrue to you
if yo u never swore to never be foresaken, left
alone
to witness the workings of chaos in order effectually see-ing
all things
all
all thing functioning as was this one day, today, in my future,
yur jes' now
just so, 2020 tech can do this trick. Watch
misty? as the angel was heard to say, with a stutter, re
read {could be latinate, its no code, just words
be-a-ing being as human as humanly possible,
while standinderundersogreatacloudof witnesses linked
to this one idea. Truth is free.
ሴ ሴ .._. _ ._
ሴ ሴ .._. _ ._
ሴ ሴ .._. _ ._
Never ending quest, is that thought a curse?
Your answer changes next.
These are words redeemed after my 69th year breakdown…
weaponized,
we won. That is the good news. False witnesses project reasons
for war;
we remain the evidence of things unseen, ignite a spark,
ignor it only by lying to the bit of you
that has the knack to imagine striking a spark,
in the darkest dark ever described,
fitted to fear receptors liganded to legendary necessary lies.
There was a war where there was no blood to shed.
The war for the power to make history,
History of leaders followed for goodness sake, goods to take,
stories to modify,
Balzac claims tres bon, 1, 2, 3, 4… ave maria oh, weahhh
out in the fictionized foam of all the stories ever known
being Kevin Bacon linked, 6 to 1, the magnificent seven
so 3 plus 7, 10 to 1, better odds, take 3 chances 4 times.
If any thing can fall it falls.
any thing that can shake, shall; and so on, amen.
Magic words spoken with no sense of any power having
master and commander authority to utter an actual amen, and
see this is as we say, what we got. Many idle amens, it’s a mess.
---
2020 the great controversy creeps up - I refused to catch
the magic fish bait,
I am open to any temptation
I say, with all the awshucks authoity awoud fuds
The grace of goodness itself--perse the real deal, does not fade away.
ሴ ሴ .._. _ ._
Three is the ready, steady, go,
steady accumulation of attending to take
the granted
virtue to effect trans formation
chaos to order algorithms
rhyminwhyman, whykill… whykry radio
man
five by five still alive
four point solid-ity it-ness
stack the stones, edify edu cate, straight
as model in the pat from first point
second, to third to you
through the wall that never was there
point, game set.
Any triggered hate, fires the alarm.
The idea that is the accuser side of
aitia ai ai ai loops,
is as the thing the ancients name the
accuser of the saints.
The "you ain't nothin'"
Then come the bots in legions of oughts
overcome ing one
spark
oh
you had to have seen it
ሴ ሴ .._. _ ._
ሴ ሴ .._. _ ._
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 9:22 PM UTC
I wake up, I see green
Evergreen trees
Open the window, I smell water
Fresh rainwater
Walking outside, I see birds
Bee-Eater birds greeting hello
Socking in the beautifulness, I touch the flowers
Wildflowers grow in the distance
But, I wake up
In an aglow dreaming
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
The weight of life is reduced to a cloud
As raindrops of lysergic acid run free.
Their pitters and patters equally loud
As all of the colours that melt around me.
The womb of the universe beating its drum
And setting a pace for the flowers to bloom.
A force with such strength that all nature succumbs
As peacefulness floats in kaleidoscope flumes.
Empathy blossoms, arousing a smile,
That creeps from my lips to the end of the room,
Searing itself on a cosmic denial
That beauty like this shouldn’t gestate from gloom.
Floating, not unlike a dandelions seed,
Thoughts of anxiety flee to the Earth.
They carry but vapidness with the sweet breeze.
In nebulous nebulas they are dispersed.
Now what remains as a warm neon cloud
Is beauty profound and purpose pristine.
Unwanted, the ego is left disavowed
Dancing in memories of amphetamines.
Left in its place was the beauty and I.
Climbing like vines as it forces the walls.
Pushing them down with an ******** sigh,
Revealing a cosmos that rhythmically calls:
‘Freedom is such a deplorable word.
It offers ambitions too fruitful to take.
Though comfort or not,
As with fictitious plot,
It’s only as real as it’s fake.’
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
Touch me not
I am not up for grab
I am everyone's dream
I am happy as it’s
sing me not your lullabies!
Live with me not
I am not for good
time with me is
gone so quick.
Before the cloud
rains down singing
and one response to a tweet.
Then why complain
without happy me
nothing is groovy.
Come to me not
I am not
first come first serve.
But when I come
happy me is spot on
everyone’s rose!
I belong to no one
get me for a song
but in no time
I could be gone.
Then why no one
forgets me not?
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 12:14 AM UTC
*happy days are here
now go **** the messenger
'cause the beat's too much*
Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 10:18 AM UTC
~~~^♡^
black light posters
lava lamps
purple haze
and mega amps
bright **** rugs
in pink and green
long straight hair
or Afro-Sheen
go ask Alice
how time flies
starships blast off
In her eyes
yellow ribbons
in her hair
Vietnam
Scarborough Fair
beaded curtain
leather n lace
brains are gone
without a trace
Mother Mary
let it be
flower power
love for free
you can find
a cause to bend
but it's hard
to find a friend
psychedelic
music blasts
what was "groovy"
now the past
soulsurvivor
5/10/2015
~~~^♡^
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
Whenever I start to worry
Or feel like life is a mess
or like I'm missing out on something
I pack a bowl
spark it
And
Start
To
Feel
Grateful
For
Everything
I do
Have
Instead
Of
Yearning
For
The things
I don't
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC