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I found my will inside of me andLeft it to the world.My possessions belong to all of you—To every boy and girl.To every apish, piggish manAnd every lovely dame.I leave my love to all of you.I much enjoyed this game.
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The loveliest little girl in the universe Lives in my apartments. I heard her outside my window Roller skating through the parking lot. She knows I am her friend. One day she told me, As I checked the mail, Why they were washing a bicycle; See, they’re a car wash. I asked precious Helen How…
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Every tear, Is gratitude nowThat I know nothing is lost. And Everything is truly within me right now At the absolute lowest of costs.Can’t boss me around, ‘Cause I know I’m the Boss.
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Posing as “idea men.” Elon Musk is another. Darwin was phony. A man full of baloney. Those ideas weren’t even his.Like Einstein, he’s the pony, For far more unattractive faces,With the same ideasA better way to market AtheismIt’s from The Black Pope down.It’s clear. Know what else Einstein was? Jewish. 99% of the Thespians on…
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Once you stop seeking, it will manifest. What You seekHas already found you.It’s with You this moment. Don’t let it confound you.You’re the Creator. The World is in You. Once You figure that out,You tell IT what to do!
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I told my dad the statue of Liberty is Helios, or Apollo, or some other Sun god Motif. It was modeled on The Collosus of Rhoads. Also, a Sun god. How do I know it’s a Sun god? I draw Sun gods. I pray to the Son on Sunday.
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The Spirit of the ForestIs real, can you not hear?If you listen very closelyThe truth is crystal clear.The forest, it is talkingEven to human ears.Don’t err in just assumingIt’s not for you to hear. I just realized that Pan is “The Piper at the Gates of Dawn” which was Syd Barrett-led Pink Floyd’s first album.
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I used to live in RomeIn an alabaster home.Then one day got evictedBy a man who’d been convictedOf kidnapping little animalsDoing unholy thingsLike trying to puff the puffer fishAnd make platypuses sing. This was buried in my drafts. I have no memory of writing it.
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I write myself poems that I know can be helpful to others and I share them, not at ALL to put myself above anyone else, but to help all of us figure this out together. When I have it totally figured out, I will let you know, but it will not be soon. It’s inevitable…
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What can I do to feel better, God?I’m spiraling now. I’m alone.What can I do to feel better, Lord?I guess I’ll just write a poem.I hope that it helps.The pain is intense.And I have no clue why I hurt.But I have to get through tomorrow to knowI really feel I have no choice.I just have…
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Relax, little child. Everything will always be Perfectly okay.
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Sophia’s busy dreaming. It is supposed to be this way.Don’t anyone dare wake Her.We have a game to play.
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People with eyes will sometimes tell liesTo People with eyes of their own.They all wear disguisesAnd form compromisesWith the Devil, for riches,In the form of a loan.They sacrifice not only their own souls, But those of others too.What it takes to recover is someone much braver Than the person you’re convinced is you. Generational Karmic…
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Why is it we think momentsWill always last forever?It doesn’t matter how we perceive them.Whether pain or pleasure.A moment is only a moment in time.It’s no guarantee of what the next one will be.You’ll eventually notice it really don’t matter How your body is feeling at all–Then you’re free.