fungus bouquet
what do you say
sound like a plan
I’ll be your man
most of time mellow
all around odd fellow
not making waves
deep ocean on brain
hooked endless beauty
hungry for mystery
poor venus plight
40 more nights
can’t see the stars
in bed before dark
what happens there
make fluffle my dear.
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For the next trick
watch me saw my heart in pieces
radar ears hear whispering nieces
constantly testing anytime waters
fenceless boundaries hell no borders
waiting to play for team fried egg
heavenly match but just can’t say
adoring lightning while never touched
so many questions lifetimes bunch
what I’d give to weed your garden
chicken petting table
pluck love’s blossom
feng shui way let’s start today
designer life wild horses reign
patience virtue someone said
inspired waiting grateful pledge.
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dirty devils find heaven drab
own given gender peter pan
saintly sinner wishing kisses
rained down daily nightly during dishes
salamanders slither singing
transformation please begin
strange postcard sent
I am black shirt man
cancer is cold sore
mistaken virus scam
body only heals
strengthening trusting friend
sunflower keeper
plants laughing yoga in head
woman’s deep ocean waves
crashing dry and lonely land.
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Jinn genies enter through open window
many a town burnt down trusting tarot
dream death casket burden scary
uncertainty abound waves assailing
what the hell deaf and blind of carrying
not hearing music won’t stop sirens’ singing
beauty in nature not worth praising
celebrate Artist enjoy painting
building is rubble without Architect playing
when no ones listening just stop Truth sharing
Red Monk preps for next long winter
heat wave broken loveless shivers.
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Heaven is present
have you been there yet
a private membership association
to keep devils from destroying it
knowing this tendency now face reality
those making hell foster only fallacies
tricky digging through history
no one remembers before death factory
what I'm saying corruption main stay
in this realm our purpose never maintain
status quo insanity ways
flip hour glass over exit unlocked cage
eras have changed question will we
how many not buying disease
beautiful part about ditching assumptions
possibilities open up discover life's function.
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backed up body lonely depression
broken sleep puzzling head spin
taste of heaven burns tempted tongue
when lips can't meet dryness comes
desert love life mirrored in nature
dust bowl dream transhumanist canker
bucket brigade arms grow strong
forecast programed via AI duh
eyeball scan to fly in plane
Amish buggies appeal more each day
boots with flags lining street
creepy tribute don't you think
goofy game of go nuts first
majority wasted drunk on hurt
witnessing collapse if using sight
pledge allegiance to Truth next time.
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suffering is Loving
quicksand for soul
all sink from resisting
find rope reason undertow
pain has purpose
found through amercement
hidden in plain sight
gift growing bright
at first shade a plus
eyes must adjust
blinded by lies
living hypnotized
gradually we tan
thick skin strengthens
wisest will find
gratitude over time
possible play
can be had with each day
always more fun
when others mirror wisdom
pleasure so nice
but often hefty price
vacation escape
never points mountain way
our choice be here
prove worth or disappear
simple words said; make most of heaven.
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she winked at me
something obviously needed more please
coolest cat always lands last minute
this dude bird taken back
stunningly wild graceful effect
only sweetness found floored to hear snores
finally locked eyes deep dive depth lost time adored
colors indescribable clearness complexity galore
when hair let down world breathes sigh singing bowl roar
slip sliding sailing heaven spilled out across attendance
top secret nobody guessed wings what they paid for
plant exchange love tribe book trade no chore
rippling waves out through the ages
activation dominoes fall in step
empowered honor being present
what beautiful life comes next.
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horseman number four never shows up
create your own damn apocalypse
returning days of oral tales
there once were three horses pale
prancing around phony show
their riders couldn't afford silly suits worn
joy and passion left long ago
society's trap employment woe
just another day at work they said
at end of life they never lived
repetition deception devolve has been
predominate choice consensus prison
when time is spent indebted ruse
we miss our purpose to serve Truth
from this day on til curtain call
sing gratitude towards Infinite Creator of All.
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