A Monument To Time And Stonehenge
Circular Neolithic complex Designs emanating from the heart Transmission of sacred energy A ceremony of the cerebral art. The dreams of ancient transmutation The desire to ever improve so A signaling process based on binary code A time to vacillate between ebb and flo. Not so sure of your intellectual circle A symbol of the soul sublime A center of divine mystery A tribute to the riddle of time.
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American Mobile Home
It carried along the Yankee bed With bonnet for their security blankets It started the journey made from iron and boards In the backwoods of western Pennsylvania. With wagon bows and metal rims Side boards and water barrels An American Noah's arc Heading toward the great Terra Incognita. A ram-tough product built to last Before it became fashionable Unpainted overlander on the open trail It followed faithfully behind the teamsters. Carrying a coop of clucking chickens With every bump making a ruckus Pouring milk in the early morn Some butter come the evening. The beating drums and broken arrows Violent exception to their intrusions It was more than once Time to circle the hardy wagons. It was as tough and bold As the Americans along and carried Transported the emigrants westward all To their final fates and end of journeys.
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Barnyard Language
My thoughts exactly As I searched the venerable collection Of methods new and old Used to express the English language. I've got a notion or two To articulate the blasted situation And serve it up to you succinctly On the proverbial silver-plated platter. Check out the discounted prices On vulgar means of raw emotion Rather crass and always crude A barnyard means of Anglo expression. A mind usually unkempt The thoughts frequently unsettled Just forward and forever on America, you see, usually swears by it.
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Blessed Bwiti
A most fascinating and truly blessed Mystical search for the eternal A personal path of chosen freedom Involving tradition, rites and belief. An intangible and irresistible Exploration of the inner and true self Don't look to the stars for the heaven eternal Start by looking within yourself. The immortal soul The spiritual center of religious initiation The beauty of truth Veiled behind thinly shrouded mist. A decoction of insured riches Contained in the beverage of bitterness The doorway swings open To the cup of warmth and sweetness Blissful inebriation An endless parade of fantastic apparitions The gods reveal themselves To those they truly love. A thorough examination A modern day approach to soul searching An initiatory internal light Which does not emanate from the sun A universalistic tendency The desire to blur the differences The tiny pinpoint of light Undergoing rapid and exciting evolution.
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Bootlegging Dastardly Deeds
We do not carry bootlegs A track so original and so unsurpassed It would cheapen the endeavor It would water down the blasted sound. Look at them leave the basement There they go out the back door Smile, you're on bootleg camera Insight into the criminal mind. Tawdry tales of built-in burners Brethren to the pirates Fly the jolly roger And hightail it to the stormy seas. The sort of stuff seemingly Going on all over the airwaves Temporary technical anomaly A circumvention of corporate greed. Snag the ill-gotten software Bring them to their knees Out of sight and out of mind The best things in life are not always free.
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Change
A chance to meet new friends Without leaving home The significant sign pointed To detours in the road. Another routine A change of scene The more you contribute The better it will always be Filter the events Occurring daily in the lifestyle Examination of the inner desire to change An innate trait to accelerate the positive pace.
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Cramped Highway
Not so quiet on the western front The problem is that everybody annoys everyone Tales of terror, barkin' wheels and blazin' trucks There's always a way out. Don't go out in the rain You see- we got this all ass -backwards Now you've got me vinyl retentive Am I'm the one in a wood paneled pacer. Day dreamin' with an empty station wagon You've got me attention deficit and disorderly True until death, then spirit lives on And it's a very small world.
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Delta Force Seemingly, the strong and silent type Followed by the explosive flow Submarine flanks flowing forcefully To the green planks of the ocean's floor. Oh, so sudden eruption of gas Lava flowing toward the sea Clash of the angry titans forward Two of nature's mighty agencies in determined fury. Steam driven explosion Nature refuses to rest A delta force of sudden disruption A sudden collapse into the sea. A fury so frantic When Nature is not so settled Be forewarned and take careful notice Of the natural forces that are meant to be.
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Dreams Of The Transmutation
Dreams of transmutation A place where I should be Boundaries and layers of mirrored reflections A chance to live for eternity. Perfection of the striving soul Through desires, thoughts and action Healing visualizations Through initiation and interactions. Explanations of meaning Realized through the alchemical integration Harmonious blends of balance and thought Realized through practice of the divine art.
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Level 33
Cast down and crestfallen
As we form the requisite new crusade
Brethren starting out on the spiritual journey
Take heed, once again, there's danger we'll have to share.
Start now, to face this world of lightning and thunder
So many venomous demons spouting words of anger
With these beings, be advised, settle up or settle down
Recall these are sounds you surely don't want to hear.
The outcome of this moral journey
Was like ending up in the future just past
Walked straight and didn't weep
We entered, raised and passed, in accordance with the seer.
As members of the secret brotherhood
We scanned the actions of centuries already spent
And true to our oaths, signs and sacred vows
To the acacia, skull and crossbones we remained sincere.
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Morlock Flight
There was a point in the distant time When things seemed so cold and darkly A state of material existence so fine Having nothing to do with guilt or money. With moonbeams shining The periodic and unpredicated aberrations Of an imaginative mind left napping Baneful influence of the embracing lunar light. Destructive nature and love of fire While she pours out her silvery beams By the early traces of morning light I saw the Morlocks take to underground flight. Feel no need to understand All you want placed in your hands Underground lies dark and dangerous lives A concrete world of technical production.
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Mystical Selections
We can try to classify As ancient, historic or modern endeavor The trials and tribulations Of the men so inclined To hear the strange sounds of the night. Pray tell Who knows what is in the air? And at what times The disembodied manifestations Choose to reveal their existence To the mere mortal? A man never so markedly Advances in the intellect That he is not heir To the collective wisdom Of his predecessors. At work or play Holyday or holidays The experience of divine encounter May well be dependent on chain-of-luck And a surely certain chain-of-command. It is never Your privilege and never your place To question these matters Resolve therefore To simply accept the granted experiences in stoic fashion.
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Pattern Recognition
I am caught in the crossfire Of endless conjecture and possibility In regard to my Restless abandons for you. Is it the aspect of cerebral insight Or the creative output Of your intense and determined mind That brings me back to you? The complexity of complicated patterns Is it intentional design On your part To cause me confusion, or to exercise mind control?
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Restless In Wonderland
Browse and search I'm just lucky to be alive An unusual world around us It's something, this thing called pride. It's a truly classic collection This group we call ourselves Can we be certain of anything? Could it all just be contrived? A treasure chest in the making Filled with fun while it lasts I'm the first of the Mohicans You're truly Mr. Jekyll and the classic Dr.Hyde. Adventures in modern science A crusade to reach the stars We'll paint the town universal And become a novel food of the gods.
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Solitary Voice
A strange and disturbing voice Whispers, suggestions and lectures A world of reality and future predictions Built inside his nocturnal mind. Impossible to function Intrapersonal obsession Certainly a constrained compulsion Dysfunctional voyages into speculation Sunlight streaming in the windows Then my voice finally fades away A broken link into conjecture I know he's not insane. . The laughter in my voice Knowing he must live with this alone Forces beyond his control He dare tell no one of our conversations
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World Of Our Own
A penny for your thoughts No time like the past Recollections and premonitions Time enough to last. Walking distance The nick of time Arm in arm A timeless paradigm. The after hours A world of our own The eye of the beholder To each his loving own.
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