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letra de sick again (in prophetic poetry) - mobiustripz

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sick again in prophetic poetry~ lyrics ~ mobiustripz
i am feeling all emily d-ckinson
sick and twisted all over again
melancholy mental manicure and an air
of eerie demise wash over the soul and body so spent
betrayel comes swift and fast like a horse
and who upon it sits often surprise and co-rs-
edgar alan poe’s epics make my life look grand
the cask of amontillado and easier chartered course, man

in shakespeare’s hamlet, i take main stage
i myself a hamlet, lost in idealistic rage
never ceasing questions seeking the truth
tragedy comes when no trust, self and greed so run aloof

i seek the utopinan tapestry as portrayed so vividly by walden
i am a renaissance man at heart and soul, with the eye of a tiger
a fight like a streeter, with the will of a god, and justice gleaming in my eye
because the eye perceives what is false or truth
distinguishing by sight truth and lie
utopia false or real, forward let’s all strive

i sparkle like tiffany stained gothic glass
see what you want to see
in that light is where i shuffle wrong for right
seek forward such righteous zealot destiny
you mess with me, you mess with my family
then ,my family tree, then families times three
and three, and three, mess with me you mess back to yourself
do the math and the numbers of your time
the answer is always the same
when we mess with one another we ruin each our own lives and names

the meaning of life is living the daily life so offered each day
in a principled and proper way seeking what is right
and not wondering how or why, sometimes spit in your eye
survive, be strong, truth finds truth, lies beget, and therefore, lay with lies

he who thinks me holier then though
question only their own unholiness
not to be demonished upon knees pray
i am he that fills that void
and also so equally flawed as you
but i know a proper simpler better way

choice be made?
change possible any moment, second, hour or day!

william blake images appear
visions he had so very very clear
a painter, poet, minister too
many perceived an odd recluse
we know his works still
forever so esteemed
he dedicated life to a larger misunderstood
idealistic dream, his arts, like poe
quothe the raven again, evermore…

stephen king, he knows some pain
comes out quite twisted and entertaining in the end
from what we read so voluminous
what is inside the mind can only be more tremendous and stupendous

burroughs, thoreau, walden and me
in my mind’s eye we share time and destiny
that moment happening now tell me which words to write
hiking in these dense woods and finding myself again
centered, focused, understanding and in my soul free

the abuses upon the body and mind are merely temporary
the soul set free one day relax breathe so extraordinary
decisions today pave roads of tomorrow
hurt along the way find balance and symetree, keep life, and be free

love you
love me

(symetr(ee) = (y) ), a play on words and math

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