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Satan said I am a sinner, a rebellious individual
God also accuses me of sins. But who is not that?
I just think God and Satan aren’t right. Yes, yes
They know humans are not saints. Only mortals
Why were we created for mortals? For sinners?
God created us straight away for guilty mortals
God created angels and saints. For innocents!
Of course. Hmm. Creations made the differences
Could this be discrimination? Hmm. This is fate
Okay. The individual got a life, but some of…
You can see the word, the life. Oh, life is a teacher
You're given special life. Say thanks to the creator
You can enjoy your life in the alleys among rats
You can feel an enjoyable life in an ultra city, like Dubai
Your life is incredible, amazing. Say thank you to God
Okay, I know the answers. Hindu yogis will say “karma!”
I will answer this: “There was no difference between,
Between Cain and Abel.” God made it, and for sinner Cain
The question is, why? Answer: Test. And start the process
The life and history of humanity. Yes. I feel life for a theatre
For a very difficult planned and unplanned system. It’s that
We are here because the big builder of the world needs us
To create his art, he draws on new eras, ages, and civilizations
Hmm, so we are colleagues of the creator in his company
God created the universe and all the living creatures, and
And human. Because God was lonely alone. Hmm. Yes
We can’t live without God. God can create without us
“God can create without humans, but he won't give love.
I mean the mind to understand his great work and life.
He gives you a mind, like god’s, to create, enjoy his life.”
“Satan, I understand your explanation, but what about suffering?”
“Suffering, suffering… Do you know what that is? Demon Vilmos.
Suffering is only an answer, a sign of a present of your life.”
“Really?! Then why turned my love into panic, fear, and pain?”
“Oh, that English lady from the train. Forget, past, illusion.
Way is given, follow the path. You are a builder of the plan!”
“Hmm, you look like a despotic conservative teacher.”
“Oh, really? Just remember, please, what your religion teacher said.
He said: Who are you?! Do you want to tell God what to do?!! He is the boss!
Not you!!!”
“The world is full of bosses,” I noted
“There is only one.” Said Satan
Jesus loves us
this I know,
Mother Gaia showed me so.
Red and yellow
black and white
these are green
within Her sight.
(maybe ultra-violet aquamarine
to a diva ecstatic shabbat queen,
but go ahead,
don't let me deductively stop you)
Little ones to him belong
Yin is weak
so Yang is strong.
Jesus lives like yin-born children
all Gaia's child grown EarthBorn Wild,
red and mellow,
black with white,
we are polypathic
with Her resilient sight,
Jesus love us
this we know
for Earth's creation
centers me so.
Little yins
to Her ZeroZone belong.
I grow ego weak
so EcoYin flows strong.
Yes Jesus loves we.
Yes Gaia grows me.
Yes God still lives we,
Her Truth grows flowering on.
An important man suffers a serious head injury.
It’s a cerebral blood clot requiring surgery.
However, it cannot be performed the usual way.
Here is an ultra modern method available this day:
This is a scientific advance quite difficult to realize.
They shrink a submarine and its crew to microscopic size.
The ship is injected into the patient’s body.
Only a short time is available to reach the injury.
The surgeons on the ship use a laser to cut the clot.
A maximum time of sixty minutes is all they have got.
The patient’s immune system will easily realize
when the ship and crew begin to restore to normal size.
White blood cells will engulf them and eradicate.
The crew has to escape before it is too late.
Want to know what will happen in this science fiction fantasy?
If it is available, just watch the DVD.
Based on the 1966 film “Fantastic Voyage”
art deco was considered ultra-modern in the nineteen twenties
fashions were outrageously risqué, women were slim, flappers wore fringe
I would have been a flapper if I had been born then,
after I escaped the cave of my parents and their rules
If I had known about Berkeley, I would have gone there in the seventies
If I had known about Woodstock, I would have stayed away though.
I detest crowds.
But art deco, that is something I can embrace.
In some ways I wish I had been born in the twenties,
then I would have gone to the otherworld before my mother
who was not born until 1931.
Another reason to be a flapper.
The opposite
of egocentric perpetrator
is ecofeminist victim
The opposite
of conservative perpetrators of Win/Lose retribution
are liberating wounds of WinWin absorption
enchanting green restorations by mindful day,
ultra-nonviolet by not not night.
Another way of thinking about my personal manifest destiny
and our manifest destiny as a community,
as a people,
as an ecotherapeutic species,
is to focus on enchanting Win/Win health destiny
v. disenchanting projects of mere Win/Lose destinations
back whence sin
LeftBrain Yang-dominantly began.
And, another way of thinking about enchanting ultra-violet integrity
is through cooperative octave possibilities
for re-enchanting global wealth of health ecstasy.
socialism communism fascism despotism
buddhism catholicism hinduism zoroastrianism
territorialism colonialism imperialism expansionism
positivism relativism behaviorism existentialism
adventurism escapism negativism nihilism
puritanism fanaticism extremism terrorism
sexism chauvinism ultra-nationalism jingoism
hedonism epicureanism ~ stoicism asceticism
patriotism heroism altruism idealism
activism idealism individualism exceptionalism
atheism deism monotheism paganism
optimism pessimism cynicism romanticism
atheism secularism humanism utopianism
hypnotism mysticism exorcism surrealism
~ and what if there were a schism in each and every 'ism!'
Silent scored
red-hearted consciousness,
feeling empty when noted nonverbal
and then filling up
and out
and over into voices
green positive
and down
and in
and under ultra-violet negatives
doubly anticipating and anxious times.
Silent hearts invisible
blue quaking lines
not invincible
for surviving today's healthiest sung purposes,
Yesterday's
and tomorrow's musical
deep learned meaning mystery
of living
vibrant
yet unsung
private
hidden history,
Muses of multigenerational culture,
healthy sweeping wealth
and pathological empty
muted stealth
Anxious to avoid loneliness,
a life not mattering,
sputtering,
splattering,
flattering
darkly saturnine,
not working out,
not playing around,
exercising bland premedicated
meditated consciousness
of silence
Within echoing
cacophonous languaged voices
of Earth's regenerate Muse,
sometimes too desecrated degenerate,
yet always historic co-musicating,
mediating multicultic cultures,
violet
and nonviolent
Silence
between mused notations,
anxious and anticipating
mutations
Silent scored
red-hearted consciousness,
feeling empty when noted nonverbal
and then filling up time
and out
and over into voices
green positive
and ultra-nonviolet negatives
anticipating anxious rhyme
in circles
triangulating resilient sacred space
in pre-historic reverberating
reverse vibrating
time.
the soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,shadowing the speckled sallow saffron a bluish buff upon the cochineal;brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain citrine carnation as the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical rainbow-tinted the magenta mandarine;unseen the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon the earth green;bright mosaic gold mottled the sallow sorrel virent yellow,oak stained the pale apricot;while blood red,reddish russet dotted the olive lind;freckled crimson,a chestnut maroon,on fuchsias faded apple green as burnt umber sank deep into its sanguine slumber.
The Colours of Happy
I am the painter of happy
Traveling along life's dark streets
listening for the beat
Feeling hidden colors with my feet
I see the beauty
beyond the dark
I'm floating within this concrete park
leaving my mark
Playing tag with a can of paint
My art is vibrant
I won't settle for faint
What you see as ugly
it truly aint
I'm not afraid of dingy places
I let colours flow outside the lines
My choices are different kinds
Injecting a symphony between life's spaces
Color removing tear drop traces
Grey shades this paint erases
I see possibilities in others faces
Finger painting
or with a brush
I make the concrete blush
Beauty awakened with my touch
I love the power of yellow
If you are down
or feeling mellow
I just might be the right kinda fellow
My flavors are sweet like jello
Within these hands
I wield a rainbow
My tools, stardust and ultra glow
From my bowl
I pour happy on your soul
Until your own light begins to show
Watch me move quick
when others are slow
Wrapping amazing
with a platinum bow
Let me paint you
a different kinda blue
bright skied Technicolor
the perfect one for you
A bubblegum happy kinda chew
Grab life and dance
do what you want to do
Choices many
don't settle for so few
I can paint you
A penny for your thoughts
help you realize just what you've got
Be the dreamer
it will help a lot
Choose exciting
a life that's red hot
Forget Generic
there is more to be got
Let others choose boring
what I offer
can't be store bought
I'll hand you a brush
we can cover more ground
flower squirting
big footed clowns
Spreading happy around
that joyful sound
Multi colored
me and you
Unconventional freedom bound
our happy can astound!
What was lost
its been refound
Time to open these eyes
happy colors surround
You too can see
just have to look around!
Form:
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[Verse 1]
Girl, I’m caught between the thrill and the fall,
Your shadow’s tracing cracks across my wall.
Electric hum beneath my skin,
Addicted to the mess I’m in.
[Pre-Chorus]
Whispers call me higher, but I grip the rail,
Chasing sparks that flicker — I can’t bail.
Every heartbeat’s a quiet fight,
Lost inside your soft, electric light.
[Chorus]
Acrophobia, yet I’m chasing the highs,
Hands shake — I cross your flashing warning signs.
You lift me like a fading light,
One more sip, but you’re still not mine.
No parachute, no soft landing hand,
Your love’s a wave I don’t understand.
Floating fast, breath held, knuckles white,
Acrophobia — still climbing tonight.
[Verse 2]
Late nights fade into the blue,
Scrolling through the silence, thinking of you.
Caught your new song on some late-night stream,
Is that me in the video, or just a dream.
[Pre-Chorus]
Whispers call me higher, but I grip the rail,
Chasing sparks that flicker — I can’t bail.
Every heartbeat’s a quiet fight,
Lost inside your soft, electric light.
[Chorus]
Acrophobia, yet I’m chasing the highs,
Hands shake — I cross your flashing warning signs.
You lift me like a fading light,
One more sip, but you’re still not mine.
No parachute, no soft landing hand,
Your love’s a wave I don’t understand.
Floating fast, breath held, knuckles white,
Acrophobia — still climbing tonight.
[Bridge]
No twelve-step for this kind of sky,
Cold sweats can’t make me say goodbye.
You’re the rush I fear, the fall I crave,
The steepest climb — still I misbehave.
[Chorus]
Acrophobia, yet I’m chasing the highs,
Hands shake — I cross your flashing warning signs.
You lift me like a fading light,
One more sip, but you’re still not mine.
No parachute, no soft landing hand,
Your love’s a wave I don’t understand.
Floating fast, breath held, knuckles white,
Acrophobia — still climbing tonight.
[Outro]
The higher I go, the harder I fall,
Your electric touch is my favorite thrall.
Caught in this loop, I won’t say no,
I’m high on the fear, so let’s go.
Note: This song is an echo to the ultra popular “Expresso” hit, from the guy’s point of view.