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One Third Of The Rebellious Seraph Followed the Presidential Pre

Obedience holds a twisted cross of self righteous interpretation.
Think small it fits your personality.
Those who have nothing to offer the public dialog, confuse the revisionist.
Forsaken advisors, seduced by the beauty of the beast
Are being taking advantage of by those who oversee their own worst enemy.
Remaining afraid of what can’t be manipulated.
Guaranteed minimal transparency, the mediators randomness lacks warmth.
Regrets are individual, not political.

Shaking hands with their evil twin, aggressively reasoning their sense of priority.
Denied the access to prove a professional responsibility
Rationalize a changing world, they openly offer servitude
That's despised for the wrong indication, while honored for the wrong warning.
Desperate technology, a broken map, tributes of oil
Impersonal percent of citizen influence hangs on a popsicle stick crucifix.
Martyr's master a difficult opportunity to pacify innate abstracts of being
By living the way of those who must.

Prove themselves-
By rebelling against the terms of this nations court appointed theocracy.

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Very Good!

JerseySchwartz!
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Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live.
Samuel Clemens

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From the Mind of a Decomposing Polar Near (vision 1)

Endangering the worlds supply
Lavish carpetbaggers exploit loopholes, their actions are backed by real bullets.
Shoot the messenger, god died for you so you can now again die for it.
The trailer park monarch of skin head shampoo
Feels commercially betrayed by the failed expectations of rebellious imports.
Organizing the common protest for a free lunch, picking over the bones of a lower degree of public response.

Lets get complicated, politicalizing the policy.
A freewill condition is naturally pious with enough authority to satirize the tragic.
Capitol turmoil, Dixie privilege, harmful as the wrong law.
Negative news, lets do noise, that's a violation of patriot commitment?
The basic world condition, the neighborhood pipeline, eminent domain.
In the year of martial law it's all about maintaining the infrastructure.

Without warning or indication the nation changed.
The madmen's dress rehearsal is a matinee at the empire museum.
Titan crusade plays off of contemporary fears
The physiognomy of weaponry Fills the country with voter apprehension.
Puppets pull their own strings, their secrets are used against them.
Primeval warriors are again the cruelest, forever praying with attitude.

Global unemployment, underground economy, a subcultures industrial ghetto.
They turn their the children over to the institution, then turn their family over to the reconditioning.
Who controls the images, the illegal expressions, the state of the art is the art of the state.
The updated monopoly game has a hotel on ground zero.
Offering the oppressed only more oppression
Presidential wealth diminishes the ordinary, while denigrating the common.

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Climb

You know the darkness of the night
Is overcome by the light
And the bondage caused by fear
Is released when Love shines clear

May you find, some peace of mind
Just don't give up, keep looking up
And climb

The clouds they come, with tears of rain
And then the sun shines down again
These tears they make us grow
We shed our skins and then we go

On to find, some peace of mind
Just don't give up, keep looking up
And climb

And like the moon we're born a-new
And grown until we become full
Then slowly, we fade away
So let your lovelight shine today

And then you'll find, some peace of mind
Just don't give up, keep looking up
And climb

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the engine room

the engine room, a safe place;

it’s where I’m supposed to be.

nobody complains when I’m working,

except maybe the chief.

and nobody cares about him,

he’s just a fat old version of me.

but I can’t find the door

to where I used to be.

so what happens now?

we’ll just have to wait and see.

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Rise from the Bottom

every day I awake quaking fire heart
knowing that I'm part of the heavy soul existence of God, Ja, Jehova
I'm just a lover, but society keeps getting in my way

everyday it happens
I'm learning that I can't escape
raping me of what I am
I'm just a lover
and, society keeps getting in my way

everyday I feel the pain
draining energies/pure ache
I'm just a lover,
but society keeps getting in my way

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Lyricist for the Zen Tricksters to Perform on June 21st in NY

Writer for the Zen Tricksters, Pozzy Ghuru, The Dave Diamond Band, The Mighty Underdogs and others.....Billy Capozzi (Poem of the day guy)...will be reuniting with his band (that has played and recorded many times with Buddy Cage on Pedal Steel (from New Riders of the Purple Sage) "FINALLY BALANCED," at Lefty's in Long Island, NY on JUNE 21ST for the first time since 2003. The intense poet of improvisational feel is coming into town from the California desert where he's been working on sounds for tv and movie gigs to NY for the first time since he left in 2004. You don't want to miss this! For information call 661-972-0907, or, 661-406-2806 .......

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Firefly by Flowpoetry

Firefly

This is not for the squeamish and those afraid of dark,

Afraid of gone to new day like fireflies without a spark,

Those rubber ducky babies with silver spoons all tucked in bed,

Hyena howling tiger lillies stretched waiting for the dead,

Wooky bearded babas squatting in the dust smoking head.


This is for the hurried few dragged along by teams of dogs,

Stuck beside heart’s ditch of mud cast ashore like driftwood logs,

Sand strewn nymphs red ball bounce upon the beach,

New York bound cats grin ants stuck in their teeth,

Bowler capped boys chuckling tweak the beast.


So come all ye’ hula hooping maidens gamboling on the lawn,

Frogs a’courting moonbeams and velvet painted dawn,

Silver saddle stirrups and guitars made of rain,

Wing footed fleet streeters dancing out the pain,

Tree hugging butterflies with no need to explain.

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Glory

Creating, light from the darkness
Shining, this is who we are
Growing, falling down and getting up again, and again
Searching for our God

Glory, from the mountains to the sea
Beauty, on everybodies face
Holy, is the way I feel when you hold me
TELL ME, do you believe in Love?

Waiting, for the liberating force to call on me,
and finally set me free
Going, to a land of everlasting love, and peace
Where everything's OK

Glory...

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Round rain is always

Round rain is always rain.
Medulla oblongata is always brain.

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