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Every room was different 
throughout the seasons 
as the rooms 
kept on changing 
from pink to yellow to orange 
the stairs different ethnic holidays 
a museum of everything that went on forever 
a maze offering me choices 
repeated messages and characters 

And the people playing hide and seek 
the news of terrorists and bombs 
always half eyed waiting to rub out the nightmare 
trying to get along 
looking for the reality
the just cause 
people with imitation messages already buried in time 
waiting to be uncovered 
controlled manipulated 
and resurrected as a voice of angst 
with some meaning 
and barely any strategic 
rhyme 

so what’s the message 
godsend? 

I see your momentary hero 
drinking his get up and go 
to fuel his ego 
to become the martyr of the next scenario 
I wouldn't worry about 
changing the world 
unless your gonna be a revolutionary 
an angel with wings 
genius raised by prodigal children
who mentally placed himself in the arms of the kings 
earned form the paths 
from the wise 
spoke the gods of love 
and were given second tries 

the mansion was clean 
another tangent to explore
every room of my open mind 
another astral plane to build for the race of human kind 
something they don't see coming 
after Gabrielle's dance 
sure they laugh now 
but they are already my voodoo 

Shakespearean romantic political agenda propaganda sexual trap 

the mansion went on forever 
you could lock your door in fright 
but when you left no matter where you went 
you were always lost 
 rooms stayed the same 
 your location kept changing 


you climb up and down the stairs 
the flower of devious is over there 
the aura of the feline births 
familiars  purring in pairs 
meowing, hissing at the cat next door 

I take the next turn 
I walk into the next room 
everything is rearranged 
everything is different 
you are the dictator 
leader of who does what 
who is who 
soo many rooms 
it goes on forever 
never ends 
like I'm lost in time 
chasing after a friend whose at the fountain of youth 
slipping away 
fading away 
to be forgotten 
by her young friends 
as she stays the same age 


this magic mansion the house of god 
I have been here 
since I was born and have just learned 

every room I've ever been in has been a room of gods mansion 


one life at a time 
with lives and words of wisdom
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