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walking all alone in the dark one dat
I met a stranger. He crossed my path
and made me laugh out loud…

There is one philosophical question

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that has confused man since the beginning of time. It aarises because we, as man, see ourselves as a sort of center of the universe. We are the most importatnt beings on earth. On the other hadn, wehn we are feeling cold and alone, we feel the opposite. We sense all the greater, more powerful things around us and we feel very unimportant and minute in this huge world. This leads to the question. What is the significance of man? what is man’s place in this world? 

Unlike man, God has answered this question many times. Possibly the first clues to this mystery are found in the Old Testament itself. God was providing us with the answers to our own questions, even before we had asked them.

12 o’clock

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12 o’clock and all is well
the night has proven its beauty
to all who here do dwell

it’s overcome us
once again
and will remain ’til the morning light begins

silently dominating over one and all
ignoring those who get scared and fall

the moon holds its position
elegantly in the sky
to remind us
that there is always another route to try

the bum on the street
sits down to rest his weary feet

the king takes off his royal crown
to pull back the sheets and
like all men lie down

the girl in her room
drops to her knees
to say thank you
and then to plead

that the creator of this beautiful night
will give her all he thinks is right

then there is a distant bell

12 o’clock and all is well

in the spotlight

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in the spotlight once again

as one rises to the occasion
to do exactly what is expected and nothing not in the plan

as it has all been written in blood
the script of life has been around since time began

How dull and pointless it sometimes seems
that we try so hard for manufactured dreams

fantasy and reality share the same seat
when one does nothing flagrant or discreet

a thought is a thought, somehow put there by something once seen sometime, somewhere

we are all playing roles
‘the part of our life’

but, who is it that I ask if I would like a rewrite?

spewing out

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spewing out
like a sewage plant
the ‘great’ things of the world

all the actors, acressses and music video stars
jump around and waste my time

robbing my mind of precious time
time for thoughts
time for care
time for deep meditation
carrying of my soul when it’s too far down to carry itself

it’s time to slow down the soppage
end this crazy madness



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chaos …  total and complete constructs the world in which we live. Twisting, turning around, running backwards, tripping on a shoelace, Falling sideways into a bowl of wax. Reaching frantically as the wax dries, engulfing us all without a second thought. What is really going on?

How ironic and crazy everything always turns out. Leaving us all in such a state of shock and surprise that we forget to watch where we’re going and accidentally cartwheel into a black hole, or maybe the Bermuda Triangle.

Lost…as everyone is, a person gets so used to it, they almost believe that they know exactly where they are. A funny mirage, we all seem to be living through. The reality every human depends on, that is truly no reality at all. A perfect model of the human existence. Walking through a vast and desolate plain of complete and utter nothingness. All the time believing it is Buckingham palace, or perhaps the Capitol in Washington D.C.

Everything of the utmost importance can’t even strain spaghetti. Can one exist without all these peripheral ‘necessities’… ‘of course not!’ Who can live without expensive toys and other useless things. Where is value? What do people really treasure?

Obviously not the Self… The sole savior for their messed up and lost minds. The one person they can truly see, feel, understand and learn something from. Selling their soul, their being … for a moldy crust of bread while Thanksgiving Dinner lies just beneath their belly-button. Why long for other just as mixed-up, turned upside-down, and washed out — what can they offer but rotten potatoes with bulging eyes? People must see to believe, perhaps that’s why they can’t believe in anything at all, only cars, beautiful women and pockets full of money. But what good do they do? Does this bring us any closer to the one, the ultimate, the one savior which lies sleeping within us. Just waiting for the optimum moment to explode and open our eyes to the wonderful truth in front of us? The secret is a well-kept one, and superficial, generic, fake believers never see the real- hidden beneath tons and miles and bushels and piles of cheap, worthless junk.

Okay, so it’s time to wake up, find yourself and emerge as the one you’ve always meant to be. The day of destruction is here. Open your eyes, slap yourself in the face and watch the meaningless nothing we call the world as we know it, crumble at your feet. The absolute, wonderful, vast, yet simple freeing world of your mind lies beyond the door. The ever-ajar, always heavy and reveling door awaiting you. just on the other side, right inside the magical universe of your over-busy, over-worked, always preoccupied mind. — Open It.