I watched the moon in the sky sailing through the clouds and speaking my thoughts aloud. A strange phenomenon is gleaming in the sky, and the moon with the courage to live or die has rushed through the gate. It has taken on a life on its own, and it is leading to me where Destiney is bound. Look for the stump in the ground and it will open up a whole can of worm. The moon has a twin shape, observe it carefully before you open the gate, it doesn’t reveal itself to everyone, but only to those who understand. I spend hours gazing at its light, and the satellite in the sky orbiting around the sun has a mission to use the final gun. Barriers have fallen over in the street, and the engine is moving with the keys; there are no more cards to play, except to live your own truth and reminisce the days of your youth. You must not delay for you don’t know what is coming your way. A moon is a shelter for thee, and it is spreading all over the Caribbean Sea, arrange to have an urgent dialogue with me so that we can cast the moon on the other side of the sea.
the land of the free
except for that ovary~
a ten thousand dollar finders fee
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Fact and fiction, abundance and paucity
Vie for space in a world driven insane
Conflating rural life and life in the city
Where dealing, hustling and stealing grow inane
In minds and lives
Caught up in a conundrum
Stabbed and clubbed by knives
To the beat and feet of the drum
Heard in the middle of a night
So dark a stark sentiment
Flies in dyes chosen by the knight
Riding a high horse to the detriment
Of society whose propriety
Draws doubt when ludicrous lips twist and tout
The truth, the naked truth in a variety
Sometimes so convoluted and distorted doubt
Arises at sunup
In the morning when snoring
Faces shake cobwebs to drink from a cup
Teeming with tears at the sound of mourning
Wailing without a sound
Sighing without weeping
Kneeling on surfaces out of bound
As spies make a statement so sweeping
Truth cries
Facts flee from the face of the Earth
As an invisible hand pries
Open a can of worm bereft of any worth.
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