the mirror is always true
inverting, as a perfect
transcription, left to right,
ongoing source of romance and perspective
distraction and point of manipulation.
peas
one becomes two
ship sails
man oh man.
cells divide
life divides
and then i die.
two become one again
Shorty feels the pressure on his shoulders as he's liftin it Wonders why the elders always tell him not to question it Options at the bottom of the ladder got him desperate But all he ever wanted was a weapon to protect him with Riding a 36 through the veins of the beacon The water is the heart, its rainin when its beatin In the city that I sleep in I'm dreamin while I'm awake The miserable escape but theyre too high to ponder faith But who am I, to use their plight to illustrate a rhyme With everything around me that I've never had to live But I observe the inner qualities to serve the people properly Tell them that their freedom isn't found in private property Prostitutes are more than just the folks who sell their bodies See this shit applies to those whos souls are a commodity I can hear the colony callin me back to be The bullet in the belly while they lock, load, and squeeze
Rebel with a pen lettin off buckshots in threes Rewriting what it is into what it ought to be I be the emcee in the place not to be But under constant revision is the poem that I be
Shorty feels oppression on his shoulders as he's liftin it Wonders why the elders always tell him not to question it Conjuring the courage just to conquer whats been killin him He says its fucked up cause he knows no other synonym Hidden from the truth, seen youths turned to troops Whos goal at 21 is to turn 22, true tuition's too high and those with the privelage to pay don't listen, it's a shame, go figurin The name of the father, the son and holy lyrics I suppose those who know what I'm sayin when they hear it Might rage against the system, or hate me for dissin The house in which they live in as a slave to the rhythm But I walk the broken sidewalk paved with the magic Of those who walk past it, just to survive traffic If paybacks a bitch, then gravity's a bastard Avenues I used to call familiar turned backward
Rebel with a pen lettin off buckshots in threes Rewriting what it is into what it ought to be I be the emcee in the place not to be But under constant revision is the poem that I be
Yo.. shorty's getting grown old enough to read the messages Understands the elders as he then begins to question them One generation handed down what they've inherited Another generation rewriting the master narrative Older folks overdose on broken hopes often Children then begin to grow comatose and lost up In the clutches of the wickedest fingers Indicative of the systems inhibited Ability to listen to the voice of the dyin who've been tired of cryin Nightsticks fall where projectiles are flyin Through a straight path narrow like the gap between heaven and hell They skip class cause they goin to jail, true Students prevail when the knowledge is passed But others seem to fail sittin flat on their ass And now I be the emcee in the place not be Under constant revision in the poem that I be
Rebel with a pen lettin off buckshots in threes Rewriting what it is into what it ought to be I be the emcee in the place not to be But under constant revision is the poem that I be
to think they searched the indian ocean for a month and found
no plane parts but found a disturbing amount of debris and
garbage from other wreckage. i wonder, did they find osama
bin bushin?
Speaking of finding, just where are those bushes these dayz?
When the rats run, watch out!
It's looking moar and moar like the false flag event is coming after Passover.
It is time for humanity to mature, and be what you want to be. The choice is plain as Jane.: War, death and destruction leading to your total fail, or Peace, Life, Truth, and Love leading to your success, and absolute world prosperity. Only the criminals divide you. There are no illusions in war. It is your choice to follow the horrid psychopathic lead, or not. You follow deceit, death and evil, or you follow your heart wherein only Love was originally created. What each soul on board chooses as their future will effect every other soul also. If one falls, they all falls. If one stands, they all stands.
"Speaking of finding, just where are those bushes these dayz? When the rats run, watch out." They've chosen large tracts of land in Patagonia. Choose well, indeed. I'd concur re: Passover.
Wonder if I'll meet the Bushes when I move to Paraguay in a few months?
Do they travel commercial economy? If I saw one of them should I have a photo for them to autograph? What advice on the NWO should I ask them? OMG so many questions, I wonder if they stop for coffee in C.R. with Jim Willie? I'm so excited!!
Indeed, this is truly:
One-ups-man-ship.
Ho hum
the mirror is always true
inverting, as a perfect
transcription, left to right,
ongoing source of romance and perspective
distraction and point of manipulation.
peas
one becomes two
ship sails
man oh man.
cells divide
life divides
and then i die.
two become one again
has anyone done the annotated (W) Bush?
david stockman's contracorner is pretty damn good lately banzai.
check it out---a critique of obama's militarism from a former reaganite!
http://davidstockmanscontracorner.com/2014/04/04/the-warfare-state-at-wo...
jees for a minute there i thought you said david letterman
top 10 ways you know the world is going to end
10 the media tells you its going to end
9 the president says everything is under control
8 rednecks haven't stolen an ATM box in your neighborhood in over a week
7 CEOs start apologizing
6 the warships are docked at the pier
5 your kids would rather be in school
4 there's an infomercial in the time slot where your local news used to be
3 the annoying dog barking next door stops
2 you're out of booze, and even though the credit card machine is out at your liquor store, the clerk offers to run a tab
1 your wife says she's having an affair with the milkman and you don't have a milkman
Tesla, I have been following Stockman, getting his posts daily, he is quite impressive in his condemnation of both gangs and Obummer.
Funny following a Reganite's blog, but he really puts a good historical spin on his logic. The doom porn is getting way to hard to keep up with.
You never fail to impress, Bonz.
My money is it's on the Ground in Pakistan.
William, Norman would be proud of you. I especially love the pipe,
Keep pouring it to 'em!
ce n'est pas une pipe!
I thought he signed his art "43"?
BLUE SCHOLARS - SELF PORTRAIT
Shorty feels the pressure on his shoulders as he's liftin it
Wonders why the elders always tell him not to question it
Options at the bottom of the ladder got him desperate
But all he ever wanted was a weapon to protect him with
Riding a 36 through the veins of the beacon
The water is the heart, its rainin when its beatin
In the city that I sleep in I'm dreamin while I'm awake
The miserable escape but theyre too high to ponder faith
But who am I, to use their plight to illustrate a rhyme
With everything around me that I've never had to live
But I observe the inner qualities to serve the people properly
Tell them that their freedom isn't found in private property
Prostitutes are more than just the folks who sell their bodies
See this shit applies to those whos souls are a commodity
I can hear the colony callin me back to be
The bullet in the belly while they lock, load, and squeeze
Rebel with a pen lettin off buckshots in threes
Rewriting what it is into what it ought to be
I be the emcee in the place not to be
But under constant revision is the poem that I be
Shorty feels oppression on his shoulders as he's liftin it
Wonders why the elders always tell him not to question it
Conjuring the courage just to conquer whats been killin him
He says its fucked up cause he knows no other synonym
Hidden from the truth, seen youths turned to troops
Whos goal at 21 is to turn 22, true tuition's too high
and those with the privelage to pay don't listen, it's a shame, go figurin
The name of the father, the son and holy lyrics
I suppose those who know what I'm sayin when they hear it
Might rage against the system, or hate me for dissin
The house in which they live in as a slave to the rhythm
But I walk the broken sidewalk paved with the magic
Of those who walk past it, just to survive traffic
If paybacks a bitch, then gravity's a bastard
Avenues I used to call familiar turned backward
Rebel with a pen lettin off buckshots in threes
Rewriting what it is into what it ought to be
I be the emcee in the place not to be
But under constant revision is the poem that I be
Yo.. shorty's getting grown old enough to read the messages
Understands the elders as he then begins to question them
One generation handed down what they've inherited
Another generation rewriting the master narrative
Older folks overdose on broken hopes often
Children then begin to grow comatose and lost up
In the clutches of the wickedest fingers
Indicative of the systems inhibited
Ability to listen to the voice of the dyin who've been tired of cryin
Nightsticks fall where projectiles are flyin
Through a straight path narrow like the gap between heaven and hell
They skip class cause they goin to jail, true
Students prevail when the knowledge is passed
But others seem to fail sittin flat on their ass
And now I be the emcee in the place not be
Under constant revision in the poem that I be
Rebel with a pen lettin off buckshots in threes
Rewriting what it is into what it ought to be
I be the emcee in the place not to be
But under constant revision is the poem that I be
to think they searched the indian ocean for a month and found
no plane parts but found a disturbing amount of debris and
garbage from other wreckage. i wonder, did they find osama
bin bushin?
BM,
Good one.
Osama has been found, in Bushin's heart (eh, maybe another bodypart). He worshipped his friend.
As to the debris, it has been "disturbed" (eh, maybe distributed).
Speaking of finding, just where are those bushes these dayz?
When the rats run, watch out!
It's looking moar and moar like the false flag event is coming after Passover.
It is time for humanity to mature, and be what you want to be. The choice is plain as Jane.: War, death and destruction leading to your total fail, or Peace, Life, Truth, and Love leading to your success, and absolute world prosperity. Only the criminals divide you. There are no illusions in war. It is your choice to follow the horrid psychopathic lead, or not. You follow deceit, death and evil, or you follow your heart wherein only Love was originally created. What each soul on board chooses as their future will effect every other soul also. If one falls, they all falls. If one stands, they all stands.
Life, or death? Choose well, said the Old Knight.
"Speaking of finding, just where are those bushes these dayz? When the rats run, watch out." They've chosen large tracts of land in Patagonia. Choose well, indeed. I'd concur re: Passover.
Ceci n'est pas une pipe
Nice one. I just saw the Rene Magritte exhibition in the MOMA in January.
Phil and Shark, +1
stand firm we (all) shall.
and it's not a pipe !
Wonder if I'll meet the Bushes when I move to Paraguay in a few months?
Do they travel commercial economy? If I saw one of them should I have a photo for them to autograph? What advice on the NWO should I ask them? OMG so many questions, I wonder if they stop for coffee in C.R. with Jim Willie? I'm so excited!!
exceptionally witty. brilliant work!
.....not for a relative of Norman Rockwell.