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The intergalactic projects, filled with people
who don't wash themselves; pumping out
parties that change in reverse.
Turns into bathroom wall gossip.
It would be simply easier for me to just say
that every faculty of philosophy has it's Tao.
Nothing lasts forever---we know
that ole corn wall on the life cycle of everything.
Even the Sadhus with chilam;
Said to be lighted fools on their way,
to a dredged death after the use of their mantras.
Out with the man willing to beat them with a stick.
Hooting that illusionists are everywhere.
Bewildered by celestial spheres
while still holding Aristotle in his hands.
If the heavens are made of fire;
then electronic zombies are in for
whatever new quality of life.
Aside from the soap bubbles of folly
that have hit the corners of each step.
And the frog looks a lot different
from his supposed profile picture---
Certain steps light up.
To get you fired, hired, declared dishonorable
as a consequence from sad truths.
Brains more hyper---at liberty to damage
rather than totally empathize with those
who've achieved joy by means of cultural factors.
No wonder why a Tibetan monk
would be uncomfortable with the smell here.
Littered with master level trolls on it all day.
Topped with grifters, and the outsiders slipped in.
Those who felt like a heck of-a-lot is missing.
Those claiming there's a way to just reconnect
and mop all this up after being directed into
an alternative reality.
Many don't want to even know
if there is a whole lot more than this.
Now. Back to the man with the stick.
Who seems to have not graduated himself
into any higher planes nor died daily.
Allow me to clarify what he will not tell:
Source codes have long ago been found.
You have the freedom to delay the journey.
God is not a deal to make.
Where in return you will be good
after being rewarded raw vegetables.
The desire for truth requires endurance.
This stairway is a drama playing itself out.
There is no arguing with these lords.
This is by theory of course; Real illusionists
are beyond the decent and compassionate..
That dominate mankind, away from mercy.
In territories that advise whomever
to go another round, another focus.
Making a soul subservient to goals
that blind it into lifespans if it doesn't recognize
what is beyond the mortal shell--
No cap. I'm guilty of slipping myself.
Liable to being wet from the bottom part..
It takes time for a soul to be led back home.
Until then, remain strapped in.
You are already dealing with life and it's loops.
Playing out the game called Duality.
The only suggestion I would have;
Is that find out who or what is the architect.
Don't be the extra on the stairway.
Already being a bag of bones with teeth,
on the electromagnetic wave of means.
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| I know my verbal facture is beyond many but I feel we have a lot in common. This was a wonderfully imaginative piece, metaphor after metaphor that I could definitely relate. Swarthy swastika swath swizzles on the sweaty swelter swerve to verve......absolute commy fascist brown shoe shuffle shoe shine........vicarious recalcitrance for all on the zoomorphic zoolatry's of social contiguity to demagoguery. Then again if evil is incarnate can we really protect each other from the nature of our enigma's autonomies incarnate. I like to distance traveled time spent think so. ||| Posted on 2022-12-30 00:00:00 | by monad1 | [ Reply to This ] |