The body and spirit are one
They die together and never
They shall return cause they’ve done
Best they could to be gone forever
Dear God, can this be disproved?
I have serious doubts cause you are
Too much of a tradition unmoved
Too much of a strange Eastern Tsar
You judgement please those who hold power
You bring solace to all the rest
I guess you live in the highest sky tower
It must be the ultimate best
I suppose you’d laugh at my thesis
Once we die, and we never return
We’re not them, who had come to our places
They don’t know if we were ever born.
When you assert a thesis, you’re well convinced in it
I have a nationality, therefore I exist
Then comes a counterthesis, never to be missed
I skip the nationality, but nonetheless, exist
The opposites appear to be equally compelling
Which one to choose depends on throwing of the dice
No one will argue or agree with what you’re telling
You’re speaking to yourself, which isn’t much too wise.
This heart is old, it owns no thesis.
This heart's been broken,
a zillion pieces, coated in chocolate,
sold as Reese's..
This heart still holds the human species.
It laughs with Buddha.
It walks with Jesus..
.
Behind mine rough
I heard what only tough
Could explain
her pretty
calling
"help"
Mine desperate
Tramped
for
my live
for
unlike Lot
i looked back
to find
both her bottom
limbz
from her rest
departed
Thesis About Puzzle and Its Pieces
Prepared thesis about puzzle with its pieces,
And what happens when each one increases;
Will abound;
Me astound;
My many actions putting together ceases.
Sounds like politics to me at times.
Jim Horn
She was an abstract woman in a clinical world
theoretically reasoning her notions were perfectly
discerning midst-chaotic sensibilities,
whilst her inane whimsicality kept semblances of
insanity eye-leveled twixt reconfigurable ideologies'
over-share & objectionably designated delicacies of
exothermic exposures pseudo-psychic phenomenons,
therefrom she found divinities were misaligned
with governmental expansions as an alternative to
spirituality and hypotheses of butterfly hurricane frolics,
'twas indubitably manifestations of poetically piddled
calculating escapism artistes & scoffing con-conspirators
Freedom life as sacrifice
But tell me what's the ending price ?
When most are bound beneath these chains
And all one sees has gone insane
Shall I entangle engage, within my mind
Mortified's mortgaged morticious
Eyes whom wish to cast me aside their spells
Melancholy's, projected tears while sounding crimson's rusted
Bells behind these bars they've bent themselves
Amid conceptions misconceived
This tainted truth that they should believe
Twisted....
Now nailed upon judgmental's cross ?
Wretched flesh; turning it's ultimate cost
When smitten fresh permeates the air
Love's stench which gathers that they all may share
A feast in sorrow, from amongst mangled times
His cannibal's moment, at the expense of another's human life
When the moon turns to blood, and the sun grows black
Where right is wrong and wrong is back: to gather it's flocks amid her night
While darkness rules within the most subtle way ? Freedom life, be your sacrifice....
But tell me what's the ending price; when most are bound beneath these chains, and all one sees
....Has gone insane.
Freedom life and sacrifice
But tell me what's the ending price?
When most are bound beneath these chains....
And all one sees has gone insane
Shall I entangle, engage within my mind
Mortifieds mortgaged morticious eyes
Whom wish to cast me under their spells
Of melancholies projected tears....
While sounding crimsons rusted bells
Behind these bars they bent themselves
Amid conceptions misconceived
This tainted truth, that they should believe
Twisted....
Now nailed upon the judgmental cross
Wretched flesh, burning, its ultimate cost
When smitten fresh permeates the air
The stench that gathers, that they all may share
This feast of sorrow from among mangled times
Cannibals moment, at the expense of another human life
When the moon turns to blood, and the sun grows black
And right is wrong, and wrong is back
To gather its flocks amid her night of his day
As darkness rules, within the most subtle way....
Freedom life and sacrifice
But tell me what's the ending price?
When most are bound beneath these chains
And all one sees, has gone insane!
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The final thesis....
Thru a series of psychological tests I have been declared a demon
Travellin' thru dimensions fatal weapons leave you bleedin'
Dissecting grey matter doesn't matter in my cathedral
But how can you stand my timberlands in your cerebral
Faces of space probes be scattered thru my mental
Acoustics in my chamber just endanger instrumental
Fundamental rhythms are symbols of paternal power
Get devoured by my infinite skills to disappear
Getting lost in the Holocausts that rage between my ears
Complex like gravity
Tragically and mathematically
I defeat your squadron black magically
Analyze the tangle
As you get my mangled by my triangular rhythms
Systematic rotations of my words cause cataclysms
O my jaan love me please
Don’t play thief and police
Slowly start the striptease
Teach me now what love is
Baby don’t take amiss
I am down on my knees
Don’t waste a time like this
Give me sweet big fat kiss
Write with lips love’s thesis
You will also feel bliss
You have the expertise
Cure my love’s heart disease
She was chirpy
He was perky
They took the road
That was bumpy
One was called Humpty
While the other was Dumpty
They never had a fall
For humpty had dumpty had humpty :)
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