The Master Plan; Or The Undivided Line

Way Down Below;

Somewhere between Utah and Colorado

Looking down on
Pretty topography
Untarnished

Garnished with Snow.

Up here

my eggs a glow
Bechamel sauce
I shouldn't eat, I know.
with

First class passengers
All googley eyed;
Who is the guy in 2D?

Behind dark shades
I hide.

Down there,

The Rockies
Sit silent
majestic tips
So jagged, So violent.

What if...
All the gloss of first class
Found refuge
Amongst the terrain
Of Americas dirt deluge?

How valuable our vain?

Would our Gucci purse,
Make for pounds unwanted?
- perhaps a pillow nurse?
Saving us from the haunted.

Do u think our sleek black coats
Would protect us from degrees?
So frigid, so cold

Coffee, Tea...
Perhaps, A furnace please?

Our Universe;

a harmonious balancing act
From up here
I look over this majesty, perfectly intact.

In awe
One in the same
Interconnectedness,
First class mind game,

or;
Rugged warrior
From the same hand
We are all one
Headed to,

the promised land.


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The jealousy of righteous people

The jealousy of righteous people

It's passing
This moment in question
Fatal and fearful
Lest ye shall mention

Reverberate lies
And talks about nothing
Evidence is wise
Yet, decievingly trusting

It's he with whom my intentions lie
A firm grip
On borrowed time
he's got my back,
I am so non deserving

A meritous window position
For me to take hold of,
Messiach intention.

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Reoccuring Nightmare

What's the point,
The story begins
You circumsize my heart
I let you in.

Your stock worth gold,
In my purse.
the game begins.
The emotions emerge
Here it goes again.

The same pathetic story,
A ballad song from Tori,
Same exact role, A different face
We get so close, Yet you erase
Your image from my screen-
No stand in to help me ween,
Because you can't deal
With all the intensity that you feel.
Whose left at the stake
But of course, who cares about, Your trusty mate

Here I am again
Except I'm not 16
You're a girl
And lots of time is inbetween.

Guess I'm the one to blame.

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Relax, Not Now

There'll be a time
When you will look back
Accept that none of it
Wasn't
worth jack

Like the struggle
All in all
Completely worth it
Telling "back then stories"
You recall.

Dreaded waste
As Seconds go by
Painful now
But
No need to cry.

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Shattered Vessel

Shattered Vessel

Interesting
mechanics of the universe
pushing and pulling
For better or worse.

The bigger the vessel
The greater the light
Nothing for nothing,
Gotta be a hard fight

In that moment,
You've got it all
You think you know
Then
you fall.

You beg to remember
To call on those times
When you gave it your all
Before things
Unwind.

It's not there
That was 'nother era
Twas the beginning
When it all tasted
Selfishly cara

Now the bitterness
From this point of view
When you have to work
Harder than you ever knew

To beg
To let go
To want
To go with the flow.

To trust with certainty
It's all good
Get through the thick of it
Like god knew you would.

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42 Degrees from Immortality

Beautiful Buddhist monks in meditation,

As I call it a wrap from a bit of jubilation.

While at my little reg egg spot

Layla makes me a gimlet, that is  42 degrees below hot. 

I rest, without comfort 

Aware of the reality in contort

Objectively offering, 

A healthy dose of delight 

Reminding myself, 

all the work that's in sight.

Endless immortality to every little thing,

Death shall be no more

Together

Heaven we will bring.     

  

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Doubting the doubt

Doubting the doubt
Forgetting that shit your mind mutters about
Disturbing the peace
When there's so little time
The worlds gotta change
Before it all unwinds.

How the signs tell you, why the hurry?
A good time to scurry.

Magic makes nicely,
the illusion in your mind.
As odd an alarming as it seems,
It's nothing you can't find.

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Where do your intentions lie

Where do your intentions lie 

are you looking For the other guy?

Who is your biggest culprit 

An Alli whence 

Others tell you to shove it?

Saturday night

All right for fightin

But Sunday morning 

your out the door 

Flyin 

Did you get his number 

Did you care to say goodbye 

What about that curse you left him

As you walk away 

Left to cry

Beyond logic or reason

Above Shodows and fog 

The ring you are wearin 

(another reason)

 

Why this is all so wrong

(Another reason)

An Opportunity to look

The other direction 

To take a leap forward 

Find self affection.

Another path, a place to grow 

A balance between 

What you know and don't know. 

 

 

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