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“The History of a Wasted Mind” What goes through the mind of a recidivist Fist full of hate and hurt marking time Fist full of history, got down with the dirt The History of a Wasted Child The History of a Wasted Mind Some think that War in the World is "out There" All around the World, it’s really on the "Inside" You think by running away that you can hide Spiders under rocks, Wings pinned through the Glass Blue Morphing Butterfly Never Never Land is where you thought you would never ever be Hurt Child, you must reverse time back to 3 Holy Trinity Revelation marching into town In your mind, Armies of the Dead, Yellow Jacket Hornets, Forever Buzzing Bees and smirking Evil Clowns that frown buries 6ft under, all the good "Remaining" in your drowning head You wear no Golden Crown 8 is always a lucky number, so they say, place all the bets on the money Jigsaw pieces missing, father rolls his car, two lost baby blue birds, silent tears are chirping, Heaven swallows dreams Mother looks for answers in the bottom of a wineglass smoking tar for tea Hands new men the front door key, honey in the jar...at formica table Sister and Brother sitting in the kitchen, all is numb and sweet in their World of Milk and Honey, the land of myths and fables Somewhere lurking in dark corner watching on, a Red Back spins it’s web Mother opens the door to Mr Wrong, leads him to her bed Dark bedtime stories then are read, no lights left on, curtains closed and nothing said Piano for the Self Taught, The Devil sings along The Poison has been injected It now courses through your veins Fast forward to a bathroom mirror, you are 52 Watching from your dark mind’s corner The Red Back now is you In the mirror not your eyes in your reflection cast See her close the door in tears, she turns the key at last Blue Morphing Butterfly makes her defection clear and fast A speeding silver bullet, in her arms her child she holds so tightly near Butterflies are free, this is very cut and clear The Mirror Cracked in Time The History of a Wasted Child The History of a Wasted Mind The Mirror Cracked in Time To err is human, to Forgive is the definition of Divine? No, this is War, dear child, make no mistake of that Your mother displays all the Colours of the Honour Guard For Red Back, I fear it is far too late his innocence to cry All the Chance cards have been blown away, foul winds cut all awry Ravens fly across the pages in the storms that fray his mind The Mirror Cracked This is Eye for Eye Different Bedtime stories, do not cry My sweet Butterfly, You are your Mother's Child Blue Morphing Butterfly “Sing a song of sixpence A pocket full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie …” "Little Miss Muffet Sat on her Tuffet Eating her curds and whey Along came a spider who sat down beside her And frightened Miss Muffet away”… (Lovejoy-Burton/2018 March) 1. Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/The Beatles https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qrDlRsARwk 2. While My Guitar Gently Weeps/The Beatles https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bI8P6ZSHSvE "Hurt me and be tolerated - Hurt Mine and Be Decimated" Quote: SimonStorm, Poetry Soup "Ah ne'er so dire a Thirst of Glory boast, Nor in the Critick let the Man be lost! Good-Nature and Good-Sense must ever join; To err is Humane; to Forgive, Divine" An Essay in Criticism - Alexander Pope “The wind blew stronger. Masakichi had to walk into its resistance, but his pace did not slow. The further he went, the faster he moved, soundlessly and forcefully. The earth smelled like rain. He had to find a way out. Alive. His grandfather Jinzaemon had taught him how to find a straight path, even in the wind. Jinzaemon was born in 1848, twenty years before Japan first opened its doors to the West. He had taught Masakichi all about ninjutsu. “If you want to go straight against the wind, find a path in its folds and pass through it,” he had said, although he’d never actually taught his grandson how to find it. Still, Masakichi had begged him. “Even if I teach you where the path is, you won’t be able to see it because the wind is always changing. If I show you the path in the wind one minute, the wind will shift and the path will disappear the next.” “Then how do I find it?” Masakichi had asked, worried he’d never be able to do it. “You must find it anew each time,” his grandfather smiled. “The only way to see the path in the wind is to become the wind itself.” - Leza Lowitz Shogo Oketani, Jet Black and the Ninja Wind

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The History of a Wasted Mind

“The History of a Wasted Mind” What goes through the mind of a recidivist Fist full of hate and hurt marking time Fist full of history, got down with the dirt The History of a Wasted Child The History of a Wasted Mind Some think that War in the World is "out There" All around the World, it’s really on the "Inside" You think by running away that you can hide Spiders under rocks, Wings pinned through the Glass Blue Morphing Butterfly Never Never Land is where you thought you would never ever be Hurt Child, you must reverse time back to 3 Holy Trinity Revelation marching into town In your mind, Armies of the Dead, Yellow Jacket Hornets, Forever Buzzing Bees and smirking Evil Clowns that frown buries 6ft under, all the good "Remaining" in your drowning head You wear no Golden Crown 8 is always a lucky number, so they say, place all the bets on the money Jigsaw pieces missing, father rolls his car, two lost baby blue birds, silent tears are chirping, Heaven swallows dreams Mother looks for answers in the bottom of a wineglass smoking tar for tea Hands new men the front door key, honey in the jar...at formica table Sister and Brother sitting in the kitchen, all is numb and sweet in their World of Milk and Honey, the land of myths and fables Somewhere lurking in dark corner watching on, a Red Back spins it’s web Mother opens the door to Mr Wrong, leads him to her bed Dark bedtime stories then are read, no lights left on, curtains closed and nothing said Piano for the Self Taught, The Devil sings along The Poison has been injected It now courses through your veins Fast forward to a bathroom mirror, you are 52 Watching from your dark mind’s corner The Red Back now is you In the mirror not your eyes in your reflection cast See her close the door in tears, she turns the key at last Blue Morphing Butterfly makes her defection clear and fast A speeding silver bullet, in her arms her child she holds so tightly near Butterflies are free, this is very cut and clear The Mirror Cracked in Time The History of a Wasted Child The History of a Wasted Mind The Mirror Cracked in Time To err is human, to Forgive is the definition of Divine? No, this is War, dear child, make no mistake of that Your mother displays all the Colours of the Honour Guard For Red Back, I fear it is far too late his innocence to cry All the Chance cards have been blown away, foul winds cut all awry Ravens fly across the pages in the storms that fray his mind The Mirror Cracked This is Eye for Eye Different Bedtime stories, do not cry My sweet Butterfly, You are your Mother's Child Blue Morphing Butterfly “Sing a song of sixpence A pocket full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie …” "Little Miss Muffet Sat on her Tuffet Eating her curds and whey Along came a spider who sat down beside her And frightened Miss Muffet away”… (Lovejoy-Burton/2018 March) 1. Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/The Beatles https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qrDlRsARwk 2. While My Guitar Gently Weeps/The Beatles https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bI8P6ZSHSvE "Hurt me and be tolerated - Hurt Mine and Be Decimated" Quote: SimonStorm, Poetry Soup "Ah ne'er so dire a Thirst of Glory boast, Nor in the Critick let the Man be lost! Good-Nature and Good-Sense must ever join; To err is Humane; to Forgive, Divine" An Essay in Criticism - Alexander Pope “The wind blew stronger. Masakichi had to walk into its resistance, but his pace did not slow. The further he went, the faster he moved, soundlessly and forcefully. The earth smelled like rain. He had to find a way out. Alive. His grandfather Jinzaemon had taught him how to find a straight path, even in the wind. Jinzaemon was born in 1848, twenty years before Japan first opened its doors to the West. He had taught Masakichi all about ninjutsu. “If you want to go straight against the wind, find a path in its folds and pass through it,” he had said, although he’d never actually taught his grandson how to find it. Still, Masakichi had begged him. “Even if I teach you where the path is, you won’t be able to see it because the wind is always changing. If I show you the path in the wind one minute, the wind will shift and the path will disappear the next.” “Then how do I find it?” Masakichi had asked, worried he’d never be able to do it. “You must find it anew each time,” his grandfather smiled. “The only way to see the path in the wind is to become the wind itself.” - Leza Lowitz Shogo Oketani, Jet Black and the Ninja Wind