If think it's time to fly away,
another city another place,
the people here worn of this face,
it will be so beautiful to fly and sore when I leave negativity at the last once and for all behind.
When two polarities mix, it gets very complicated fast, Dynamics now in action, a quagmire reaction of particles all around dancing, blast after blast after blast.
I'm No Love here and a blackened heart,
I ended here where I thought I'd have my start,
I gave I gave and I gave and it just kept feeling like everybody wanted wanted wanted but never a part of me,
I pray I at least we used each your tragic ways.
I fall down and die and get back up,
Not one single get well card today in this world of schmucks,
attrition motherfukers were all running out of our luck,
This beautiful dream reality mattered not up above,
but certainly matters now without a doubt.
I feel like I've been shot stabbed beaten and my guts are pulled out all about the ground, I tried to work through it and talk it out but friends just roll their eyes and say oh f****** crazy Steve I hear it in their minds oh, I'm done with just about everyone, end of this place almost too.
If I was evil I would even be content with this notion,
But the truth is we've all been recycled right back here to hell,
Sinners all...
Look at you f****** clowns ;(
If each and every one they center around you now,
Then each of them all has once at least lied and let another down !!!
We have never been perfect here in this realm, and the goat he lives here well, and soon perhaps God will take him up at long last come up and restore Eden... Wouldn't that be swell?
It's a motherfuker being an army of One, fighting some imaginary s*** on this level, but it's more exciting than any adventure I've ever taken on, but Mars next on my bucket list still.
I've been diagnosed intense, adrenaline inkarnate, wildman Steve, the lunatic, but all that know me will know precisely whose throne by which I sit.
What you think you went here in the hell, look around you nothing lasts, and when people are lifted and returned reincarnation dinner a new, time and space moving like these lessons more exponentially fast.
It's amazing how we live in a Fibonacci Galaxy,
Everything influenced to go straight down the toilet eventually,
You think that's a coincidence in this black hole recycler,
If you're in the northern hemisphere, ask your Australian friend which way their toilet bowl spins.
It seems like I've run out of love here in hell.
Now soon even if another half century, back to the great Council in the sky,
Your inner voice your connection within,
To the always watching, all seeing, eye.
Place a tuned ankh upon your brow,
Perfectly across the alien pilot in his seat,
Amplify this connection that exists always all around,
For you I give this key.
And when I hear this poetry being played out loud upon my conscience within the pineal, me,
it's always blaring and screaming loudest like hard rock the message focused aimed and directed straight at me !!!
you little weak whiny b****** today don't even know what an ass-kicking is but you complain and wine for disability if you stub your toe,
Meanwhile,
I'm denied two times ago,
I went to heaven and came back,
and got denied again once more,
three now,
still.
If you wander why I act like a lunatic, then take a good hard look at me, because I'm a mirror staring back in your face, and what you think is what you see.
I Am Program