Absent Minded
are you in or out? the voice of conspirator anger inner net
I asked my magic eight ball....
should i provide this free service,
somewhere else on this site?
playing tag with my own poetry,
that only the enlightened know.
the king i am,
the Bradbury shadow shattered.
the outlook looks good!
and in criticisms you may stumble upon,
i have taught them how to put the light in the dark,
how to analyze demons, and angels in the layers of brainwash
who made who?
who made who?
this isn't my first cluster of souls I've corrupted to slide away or to stay
this isn't the first time I've repeated this crime
to repent to believe
to disbelief
to suggest a new belief- to promote analysis
to psychoanalyze
to realize
who made who.....
why do you feel
whats wrong with you
blue revolutionary
absent mind sound familiar to you
do you know what a ganjee is?
my names change
and i learn from you every day
i stay to learn to change
to inspire the group
cause a ruckus
leave my shadow
my imprint
my focus
my truth
my hurt
my fear
my paranoia's
what i want
my dream of a fair Internet
of a price that should be paid
of the holy and the dangerous metaphors
and white wizardry and how to practice them both
so your not a malpracticing saint
a circle of poets
i called her a cult
deleted half of my comments
so i said i had no freedom of speach
artistic poets
they deleted all of my work
a ganjee
lost in their confusion
but i know they're still wallowing in me
I'll teach what i know
warn who i can then slide on
but you're not allowed you'd never understand
you'd never comprehend
I'm already the king of my own puzzle answering fates call
I'm already the shadow fiend of poetry poem
whose influencing the minds of faces
that cannot change so they can conquer all
does it matter?
i cant save the world but, who made who
the world layers are built up on theories
that sprout from words
taught by followers and leaders
theorized from people
just like you
they are in control
a gun to my head
so you're thinking
learn not to say gods name in vain
they know my IP address
learn to put metaphors perfectly
for the darkness or they'll stalk me again
do what i want
or take your medicine
but you ll never practice perfected hymns
untold in front of mirrors to medicate societies reflection
you'll never slide from site to site
in patterns to influence the nations
you cant bring peace to nations like I can
you cant remember the truths of heavens and hells I've been through
and dream
of just because
i took the blame for somebody else
who truly got away
its time its time
remain or slide
away
stay awhile
and learn form me
my readership seems important
but its really who i reach out to
who and what i say
its not a conspiracy but a government act
all their tricks and illusion they taught me
I'm fighting back
ending your tragedy from across the seas blindly
stop the charade
stop the terrorism
stop the poverty
stop the kids killing kids
feed into my dream or the nightmare
but you better know how
and the reason to get over suicide
is to know its evil predicting the good in you
shadow me
follow
me inspire me
red today
until i say black
give tomorrow a new meaning
while i put those monitoring me under
a new intellectual attack
only you can achieve
but what artist is on what side?
whose obvious and who is bold?
who knows anything?
and who is doing what they are told?
who is on the right?
and who is wrong?
who is pulling the strings?
whose searching for prophets and psychics?
whose testing who with esp?
to find who and where we really belong?
smoking since i was twelve drinking since I was ten
looking at pictures of naked adults
having sex out of curiosity since I was thirteen
and now i know I'm a slave to money then I die
why are you buying the expensive food?
why are you buying the designer shampoo?
why is the grass seem greener in Hollywood?
why why why?
think again!!!
think about the metaphor
think about what I'm doing
realize i have a motive here
in psychosis
and logic
within reason
and season
don't know how long ill be here
don't know how long ill be respected
as i shed my skin to pick and pull you apart
to become the crime scene to be controlled
that i don't care
ill go and do it somewhere else
as I'm being monitored
sick eh
funny huh
do you believe me
is that the psychology
am i around you
i can change
this is
my artistic license
this is my voice of guilty conscience
pull that string
make me think
introduce me to what i need
introduce me to what needs to be done
don't lay down and die
be patient and let me pass you by
their computers are huge
and they are sorting files in the name of support
of anti terrorism and the war on drugs and psychoanalyzing everyone
I'm just a humbled man taking his stand
standing on the cross of the future crime scene
saying stick it up
wake up
give it up
i see through you
your wretched hearts
why you get nowhere
why no one cares
why they validate your beliefs
why you think you're life is just a game
we're in this together
slide together
slide away
stay her to condense the matter
and leave us alone to ponder
where we are all going to go together
to recreate the next man mad miracle
slowly as whose leading who
of the on line cult
sure you think I'm stupid
sure you thinking lieing
but you don't know
they're coming, they're following me
they'll be here soon,
and you'll see the miracle I'm talking about
you'll notice it!
there is no doubt!
they'll pull you from your cloud
analyze your darkness
so either slide away and lose
what your a part of in a paranoia's
they will come to find you to medicate,
or stay to be patient
to wait it out
as we eventually slide off
do it else where until we come back
and this is the game!
doesn't that just make you soo mad?
your powerless to the leader the king i am on the Internet
are you in or out?
cant you see it no one else will admit to it
but you can if you want in your subtle or obvious way
this on line paranoia will only spread
ill leave you behind and you will laugh like crazy
to the proof of how criminal i am
and how powerful one sphere of influence is
as i have just created one more riddle
of the way heaven used to be before i fell
into this reality
of echoes of me i have created,
that you are now a part of
Game on
Level one
should i provide this free service,
somewhere else on this site?
playing tag with my own poetry,
that only the enlightened know.
the king i am,
the Bradbury shadow shattered.
the outlook looks good!
and in criticisms you may stumble upon,
i have taught them how to put the light in the dark,
how to analyze demons, and angels in the layers of brainwash
who made who?
who made who?
this isn't my first cluster of souls I've corrupted to slide away or to stay
this isn't the first time I've repeated this crime
to repent to believe
to disbelief
to suggest a new belief- to promote analysis
to psychoanalyze
to realize
who made who.....
why do you feel
whats wrong with you
blue revolutionary
absent mind sound familiar to you
do you know what a ganjee is?
my names change
and i learn from you every day
i stay to learn to change
to inspire the group
cause a ruckus
leave my shadow
my imprint
my focus
my truth
my hurt
my fear
my paranoia's
what i want
my dream of a fair Internet
of a price that should be paid
of the holy and the dangerous metaphors
and white wizardry and how to practice them both
so your not a malpracticing saint
a circle of poets
i called her a cult
deleted half of my comments
so i said i had no freedom of speach
artistic poets
they deleted all of my work
a ganjee
lost in their confusion
but i know they're still wallowing in me
I'll teach what i know
warn who i can then slide on
but you're not allowed you'd never understand
you'd never comprehend
I'm already the king of my own puzzle answering fates call
I'm already the shadow fiend of poetry poem
whose influencing the minds of faces
that cannot change so they can conquer all
does it matter?
i cant save the world but, who made who
the world layers are built up on theories
that sprout from words
taught by followers and leaders
theorized from people
just like you
they are in control
a gun to my head
so you're thinking
learn not to say gods name in vain
they know my IP address
learn to put metaphors perfectly
for the darkness or they'll stalk me again
do what i want
or take your medicine
but you ll never practice perfected hymns
untold in front of mirrors to medicate societies reflection
you'll never slide from site to site
in patterns to influence the nations
you cant bring peace to nations like I can
you cant remember the truths of heavens and hells I've been through
and dream
of just because
i took the blame for somebody else
who truly got away
its time its time
remain or slide
away
stay awhile
and learn form me
my readership seems important
but its really who i reach out to
who and what i say
its not a conspiracy but a government act
all their tricks and illusion they taught me
I'm fighting back
ending your tragedy from across the seas blindly
stop the charade
stop the terrorism
stop the poverty
stop the kids killing kids
feed into my dream or the nightmare
but you better know how
and the reason to get over suicide
is to know its evil predicting the good in you
shadow me
follow
me inspire me
red today
until i say black
give tomorrow a new meaning
while i put those monitoring me under
a new intellectual attack
only you can achieve
but what artist is on what side?
whose obvious and who is bold?
who knows anything?
and who is doing what they are told?
who is on the right?
and who is wrong?
who is pulling the strings?
whose searching for prophets and psychics?
whose testing who with esp?
to find who and where we really belong?
smoking since i was twelve drinking since I was ten
looking at pictures of naked adults
having sex out of curiosity since I was thirteen
and now i know I'm a slave to money then I die
why are you buying the expensive food?
why are you buying the designer shampoo?
why is the grass seem greener in Hollywood?
why why why?
think again!!!
think about the metaphor
think about what I'm doing
realize i have a motive here
in psychosis
and logic
within reason
and season
don't know how long ill be here
don't know how long ill be respected
as i shed my skin to pick and pull you apart
to become the crime scene to be controlled
that i don't care
ill go and do it somewhere else
as I'm being monitored
sick eh
funny huh
do you believe me
is that the psychology
am i around you
i can change
this is
my artistic license
this is my voice of guilty conscience
pull that string
make me think
introduce me to what i need
introduce me to what needs to be done
don't lay down and die
be patient and let me pass you by
their computers are huge
and they are sorting files in the name of support
of anti terrorism and the war on drugs and psychoanalyzing everyone
I'm just a humbled man taking his stand
standing on the cross of the future crime scene
saying stick it up
wake up
give it up
i see through you
your wretched hearts
why you get nowhere
why no one cares
why they validate your beliefs
why you think you're life is just a game
we're in this together
slide together
slide away
stay her to condense the matter
and leave us alone to ponder
where we are all going to go together
to recreate the next man mad miracle
slowly as whose leading who
of the on line cult
sure you think I'm stupid
sure you thinking lieing
but you don't know
they're coming, they're following me
they'll be here soon,
and you'll see the miracle I'm talking about
you'll notice it!
there is no doubt!
they'll pull you from your cloud
analyze your darkness
so either slide away and lose
what your a part of in a paranoia's
they will come to find you to medicate,
or stay to be patient
to wait it out
as we eventually slide off
do it else where until we come back
and this is the game!
doesn't that just make you soo mad?
your powerless to the leader the king i am on the Internet
are you in or out?
cant you see it no one else will admit to it
but you can if you want in your subtle or obvious way
this on line paranoia will only spread
ill leave you behind and you will laugh like crazy
to the proof of how criminal i am
and how powerful one sphere of influence is
as i have just created one more riddle
of the way heaven used to be before i fell
into this reality
of echoes of me i have created,
that you are now a part of
Game on
Level one
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