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Do you talk to God like I do?Do you know that They’re INSIDE you? I asked God,“What do I call you?”In my truck the other day.They came up with a clever thing,And I didn’t know what else to say.Later deep in mediation,Their answer came to me.“Elohim…” like in a dreamAnd suddenly I could see.I’d struggled…
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Masons aren’t human. There’s a Mason in my closet.Who the fuck put him there?I can’t believe this fucking shit.I just wasn’t aware.The Cops are probably chasing meWhat the Hell am I to do?I guess I’ll make him disappear andHave a meal or two.
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I once rode naked dinosaursIn a subterranean realm.My word, that stuff was so much fun.I’m glad I took the helm.We sprinted across verdant fieldsWith flowers spread aroundThe richest shade of blue I’ve seenSo loud to almost be sound.The waterfalls were flowing up.The strangest thing I’ve seen.I can’t really describe it.Just reverse the flow and bang.My…
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I mean I could stop. Theoretically. But theoretically my heart could stop too. Neither are very likely. Me llamo Benjamín.I’m the wildest kid you’ve seen.I wear a big sombreroAnd a boleroAnd I’m always trying to stay clean.
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When I was young I read Oliver Twist. Sometimes twice a week. I always had books, my friends. I was so blessed. And behind my house, A creek. That only filled up when The rain really poured. But I had such fun when it ran. If I wasn’t reading I’s tromping through woods. Making treehouses,…
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I was a loser yesterday.Today I’m kinda cool.I figured out the figment.I play now by the rules.No longer playing victim, see.I’m happy ‘cause I’m me.And proud to be the man I am.With all my history.
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I wanted to write you a poem todayBeen thinking a lot about what I would sayI love you so much in so many ways.I know that I’m blessed to have you. I chose you before I was born — this I know.I knew that I’d need you were I going to grow.And growth is the…
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Block all negativity.Think of your divinity.Christ is just inside you.Allow that man to guide you. Don’t fall for traps.Don’t fall for lies.It’s too easy to do.Don’t take the old texts lit’rally.You might not think they’re true.They’re not meant to be historic accountsOf the lives of gods and men.They’re all about the Stars, you see.And God…
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When you dream, your soul takes flight.Soars into the night— Where it visits, doubtless,You’re sure to meet The Countess. And when you see herSay for me,“Ben called you a fraud.”That woman owes me fifty bucks.Such a freaking sod—
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Everything’s on the table.Except if you’re named Abel.Then you must watch your back‘Cause Cain’s a murd’rous hack.But Seth is cool, I guess.At least not such a messAs Cain.I cannot wrap my brainAround why he’d aggress!
Musings of the Mad 