Wool like textured hair,
Vibrant and cleaned with care,
Thick coloured lashes,
Looks very dashing,
On the pale and blemish free skin,
Sweet & unconsuming,
Life laid bare,
Cleaning that nose ring must be a nightmare,
But no time to sit and stare,
There is a whole wide world out there to glare,
I am off to join the fun fair.
A pebble makes ripples
A ripple makes waves
A wave overtakes you
And ushers in a new age
And a thoughstream
Of my creation
Creeps onto the page
Is the end beginning
Or the beginning just arriving
Am I dead to the world now
Just merely surviving
On the event horizon
The prophecy unfolds
Mysticism of the Gnostics
Never grows too old
To relate to today
As the age is now turning
In the blaze unconsuming
The big bush still burning
Dragon God Quetzalcoatl
Your feathers of gold
Spread your scaly wings now
As the ways of the old
Are surfacing once again
As the Mayans are arriving
On a spaceship of lightning
The so called Satan
Is every ounce of wisdom
The oligarchs hide wisely
Only the open
Can restore hope
The fate of our future
Dangles from the rope
Of a brach on the
Tree of life
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