You should all be running
There clocks are singing
There cracks are screaming
The horizon one hundred yards away, So
you should be running
Firing your energies, feel the cannon fodder, straight from the Howl
Down past the credence
Up & over indulgence
In the bright earnest face we all so fear
My mother's eyes show me
My father's will teaches
Because his words go
Up, down and up and down and straight & die
& through and ground
Reaching time reach the audience
Reach out for bleachers where watch
tictoc right American preachers
1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4
Me junction, the merger, our mental *******
Me ******, me scared
Me changing like canon fire
Right! To the ocean, deep deep depths
To think think future
TicTicTicTicTicTicTic
a clock there is singing
Showtunes for theme songs, church bells
Notify
Defcon 12 falling tanks off me shelf
See the mad red carnation
Shot at the pieces in eclipse of today
I keep going when I still have nothing to say
The drapery dying the godbirds still flying
I will never know what comes next
But I've got influence
& I'll need congruence
To empty a vault full of universal need
I want to be running
I'd wish you were running
The stitches, the fabric, sewn loving care
Like the landscaping, keep you warm
I've stolen from homeless
I've stolen from men
I break all the precepts
My breathing's from them
I steal all their oxygen
Whenever I breath Me harmony
Me stretching Me arm reach no peace
I see the world over
the oceans are strange
There's volcanic lightening
& men in white coats
I don't eat, I don’t sleep
I walk for them, should running
out there should running
We feel for the riches
We feel for the dying
Cancerous limp-ation, now windmill's orchestration
Shoes stuck in mud with laces together
Women see lightening when held through the weather
The war, land the peace is
The dynamic tension
The balance in pieces
With eyes up to heaven
Who cares if we're dying
We're all one
One what
I accuse you of calling the charlatan, ****
One bread piece obtuse cause
the sandwich is dying
Do you think that's normal?
Do you think that's abstract?
Boys crying because their teachers have fears
From the past make it last
What is wrong with your peers
Hold together mold together
Find out what's next
Feeling perplexed
Run run run you silly little girls
There's no sense in hiding the rest of the world
We've got one thing in common
And one thing is this
We've all got timing for HIGHER CONSCIOUSNESS
Hold together, mold together
Cry together scream
the bonding is no place
for a welcome machine
Then
What do we do
What do we do
What do we do
What do we do?
End swimming, out running
Over fencing, out running, Break walling, out running
Down clouding, out running
Fall like jumpers, run like dying
Out through planetary & temporary adrenal-line
Sleep when men in white coats
Them start walking
They march, they country
They apple of eden & run when the men
in white coats, they lay sleepin
The world is a mountain
the people they range
Look at these weirdos, make them say change
Educate the many use mindscreen no strife
The point of the riddle
Eternal solvation
We are confused with the mental *******
I'm ******* I'm sorry I'm scared
There's isolation in landscape
Something sounds like prepared
Listen to wordplay
try to find the right light
there's air in the landscape...
Cool to the touch
(a few beats)
1,2,3,4
Say ******* with metaphor
(a few beats)
I've got words, I've got wisdom
I watch movies
There's motion, just grab it
Keep going
You should be running
You should all be running
The world is going to start at any second
You should be running

DEFCON number ONE, we will soon be there
Call it WW3, from the Northern Bear
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The Northern Bear and Panda Bear, join forces to our Doom
Because of what they'll do, we won't need a tomb
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Every single missile, that they have they're going to shoot [1]
From the North their arrows fly [2]...DESTRUCTION so acute
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Soon very soon, the missiles will all fly
Coming this September, the time to burn and die

[1] Jer 50:14
[2] Jer 50:3 / 50:9 / 50:41 / 51:48

"au revoir mon amour" our hero uttered under his breath,  having finished his morning coffee. having one less sugar than usual it was one hot serving of disappointment. as the sole source of morning energy it was a crisis bearing eerie similarity to our nation's oil addiction. two things you do not trifle with are a man's hobbies and his coffee, and the importance of the bean in our hero's life could practically fulfill criteria. the worst part of a bad morning coffee is that a second chance at getting it right would have to wait until much later, lest his digestive tract go into defcon 5

Nuclear Poetry,
  a single bomb drops

To wipe out the hate,
  to reset the clock

A megaton scream,
  its verse burns alive

The plague of excuses,
—deception and lies

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

The ***** of a heedless king
drips down a chrome tire.
It smells, “MINE, SO BEWARE!”
His loyal pack sniffs about
the borders of the kingdom.

That tire drives through a strange land
halfway across the city, growling cars
and glowing yellow eyes that do not blink
threaten national security. Perked ears
show no fear! What nerve! The audacity!

A dog’s bark
possesses.
It is a war-cry,
a display of strength, defcon 3,
a campaign of awe and horror
where sleeping dogs discover
the wolves they came from.

What will be the spark? That sets off WW3?
Very soon we're going to see, whatever it could be
-
The Turks puff out their chest, NATO goes to DEFCON 1
All the troops are told, get ready with your gun
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Obama plays more golf, then calls his old pal Vlad
Says oh my goodness oh gosh, ain't this just too bad
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Vlad hangs up the phone, orders all the missiles armed
Puts his thumb on the Red Button...should we be alarmed?