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The Great Song

Sep12

Celestial Song

Sometimes a song keeps playing inside of your head.
It may be happy or sad depending upon
How you feel in the moment, but you have control
Over which one you’re hearing. You’re playing the role
Of the maestro. To you all attention is drawn.
 And by you the awaiting orchestra is led.

There’s a much greater song reverberating through
The whole universe. It keeps things in harmony
So that planets that have life are safe and secure.
The Great Song is a vibration that shall endure
Through eternity. Know the exquisite beauty
Of existence especially that which is you.

Some say that life’s a sad song. They experience
What they sadly sing then they expect things to change
For the better or they just stay in a foul mood
Constantly. They develop a bad attitude.
The notion of their changing their song is too strange
So they put up destructive walls of self-defense.

Those who say it’s a happy song are the ones who
Know that it’s not the song. It’s the way you’re singing
That brings meaning to life. How you sing The Great Song
Is your freedom. Do know that you can’t get it wrong
If unto the main melody you are clinging.
May the music bring everlasting joy to you.

Defiance

Dec21

Platter of Delusion

You could say it’s a flesh wound, and I’d play along,
But I think that a band aid will do you no good.
Your world is devastated, and mine is restored
To some semblance of normalcy. I can look toward
A much brighter reality. No knock on wood
Is required with its stating. I cannot be wrong.

Your head, now on a platter that’s not made of gold,
Spins a rat’s nest of trickery. Can it undo
What has now become history? Loss you can’t take.
We The People have told you that we need a break
On a permanent basis from the likes of you.
News forthcoming shall reveal how much you’re controlled.

You are such a fine catch as a Russian asset,
But the era of being Putin’s foolish tool
Is approaching its ending. Your head is a gift
To the newness of order. The energy shift
To a warmer vibration is wholesomely cool.
We’ve been fucked up our dumb ass, and we won’t forget!

In that act there’s been bloodshed and stark disregard
For what makes us a nation. It went on too long.
The dull aching will die down, and that which must heal
Is our true sense of worth and the way that we feel
Having endured a raping by the lord of wrong.
Consequences you’ll suffer for keeping him hard.