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The End ??

August 7, 2017

“It is just a ride”

– Bill Hicks

 

Down and up

Over and again

Hold on tight

And buckle in

 

 

 

The pens down

The notes finished

The bullet passes

The rope tightens

The chair tips

The pills dissolve

The car starts

The exhaust fumes

The gasses pass

The bridges open

The waters, deep

The pavement ends

The blades sharp

The tubs full

The powers on

The timer ticks

The bucket kicks

The curtain closes

The casket shuts

The incinerator fires

The ashes disperse

The rain falls

The grass grows

The worms consume

The flowers bloom

The petals open

The bees buzz

The seed plops

The eggs drop

The rabbit dies

The storks fly

The gender reveals

The canal opens

The levy spills

The light shines

The skin dries

The tether severs

The lungs indulge

The eyes wide

The lips smack

The nose twitches

The speakers sound

The cartons round

The milk quells

The bladder spills

The mom woops

The baby poops

The morning dawns

The night falls

The state numbers

The store sells

The fibre swells

The content smells

The land fills

The glaciers melt

The heats felt

The drains maimed

The health blamed

The inoculations begin

The pharmacies win

The cycle starts

The toddler farts

The indoctrination commenced

The minds fenced

The parent rules

The ignorance fools

The alphabets learned

The numbers churned

The screen weens

The brain un-cleans

The sunny days

The outside stays

The game plays

The screaming yays

The jumps roped

The hoops luped

The jacks won

The marbles lost

The fun had

The nary cost

The bikes ridden

The adults forbidden

The jumps made

The landings splayed

The red rovers

The partys over

The mothers hover

The fathers cower

The banks drained

The balance remains

The zero gains

The brainwashing resumes

The too soon

The bullies swoon

The lectern looms

The history ruins

The reality assumes

The truth told

The corporate mold

The deeds cold

The product sold

The easy way

The way say

The simple explanation

The lost imagination

The same repetition

The swallowed regurgitation

The creative stagnation

The questioners rebel

The answers fail

The seekers sail

The minds un-jail

The roads clear

The wheels steer

The futures near

The passions fire

The enlighten desire

The frustrations ire

The never tire

The others inspire

The paradigm shifts

The mind swifts

The hell desists

The heaven exists

The peace persists

The stars align

The creative design

The futures mine

The non-existent time

The temporary sublime

The mother earth

The again rebirth

The whats worth

The seeds planted

The chance granted

The truths implanted

The life understanded

The religions upended

The experience demanded

The rides started

The oneness imagined

 

 

Was going to “stop” at The casket closes

 

I guess this is why I keep writing

Enjoying the roller coaster I am riding

Like existence it is never ending

Therefore it had no beginning

 

If I don’t publish now, it may never end.

 

“All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.”

Bill Hicks

 

“I think we’re part of a greater wisdom than we’ll ever understand, a higher order.

Call it what you want. You know what I call it? The Big Electron.

The Big Electron.

Woooohhhh, woooohhhh, woooohhhh.

It doesn’t punish.
it doesn’t reward.
it doesn’t judge at all.
It just is.

And so are we,
for a little while.”

– George Carlin

 

“The Clairvoyant”
– Iron Maiden

Feel the sweat break on my brow
Is it me or is it shadows that are
Dancing on the walls.
Is this dream or is it now
Is this a vision or normality I see
Before my eyes.I wonder why I wonder how
That it seems

the powers getting stronger
Every day
I feel a strength an inner fire
But I’m scared

I won’t be able to control it anymore

There’s a time to live

and a time to die
When it’s time to meet the maker
There’s time to live but isn’t it strange
That as soon as you’re born

you’re dying.

Just by looking through your eyes
He could see the future

penetrating right
In through your mind
See the truth and see your lies
But for all his power

couldn’t foresee his own demise

There’s time to live and time to die
When it’s time to meet the maker
There’s time to live

but isn’t it strange
That as soon as you’re born
you’re dying…
…and reborn again??
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