Going Diamond

v2 (a teaser, Outlaws...)

The Darkness and Light

Fighting the good fight!

Opening eyes, staring down life's chance,

Scared of being wrong, yet refusing to

back down from jealousy's throng.

Waking up every day to choose,

Knowing there's nothing left you can lose.

When you're a pit of despair and blue,

To fighting, it's easier to stay true,

Easier to fight when you're empty,

and alone, than to stand up with plenty.

The torture machine for me and you?

The business machine, commerce, and

the breaking of beautiful youth!

Light lives everywhere it is dark,

Yet only the brave can access its spark.

Tired of words, do they matter a lick?

Your hateful rhetoric

and excuses, they're making me sick!

Our children are hurt,

Our men feel useless,

Our women are stumbling and

about our futures, we are not fear-less.

Yet Team Free Will knows it's hard!

And we will never give up, so Lord--

fill our dance cards!

I'm not left-handed, but sometimes I wish...

usin' it for more than childhood memory drift.

Revenge is a dish best served cold,

yet revenge also creates deep,

damaged hearts that can no longer see gold.

So light up the candles, and draw the great

Arch, opening our hands and sending out divine spark.

Your words don't have meaning when

The Mama is healing wounds,

And it's the vibrations in the floor that have

Tinker Bell sound.

So stand up and fight, this ghastly machine--

That has enslaved our spirits and our

intentions made mean!

From Wesley to Buttercup, it's always

As you wish....

Like Jesus to the masses...

With his breads and fish.

So let's get down to business and start the

Universal Seance.

Jesus, you fucking idjits--

SHUT UP AND DANCE!!!!!!!!

Got lost in The Point--

the animated comic that went along with

Nilsson's titular album!

The pterodactyl! The birds!

The bees!

The rock man!

The pointless forest....

full of points!

The evil ruler and his son,

and the indifferent townsfolk....

Who come back around with "love" and "understanding"

after

Oblio has won.

Dean may be me,

But I am far more precious to you!

Swayze gets a pass, it's totally true.

Masculinity isn't about avoiding chick flicks

(titanic)

or gloom, but about standing up tall

and believing in Justice and Truth.

Dory is a fish who gets what most do not,

that sometimes bravery is really dumb,

and bounces high like Baseball bubblegum.

It's the fishes like Dory that bring out the best,

And remind us all how to smile through

life's painful quest.

So no, i'm not a fish or Swayze or Frances-the-Baby.

It's poetically circular that Dean's car is everything to him

and black,

Because it is I who am Baby the Impala,

a car that doesn't make me feel lack!

So vroom-vroom, Let's fly!

Let's hit the road, Jack.

All this time I thought I was alone,

Walking this road.

I stepped off the path, where only wild ones

grow, hoping magic to myself, would show.

I had the sky, the ground, the wildlife sound,

but long ago I'd broken my crown,

and the diamonds and pearls once meant

to perch on that dome

(as perhaps it had once upon a time

in the Basque Dume)

has fallen deep into death's mispronounced

Epi-tome.

I fell down low, but refused to stop,

and so on my hands and knees,

crawling,

praying

"God, just help me please!"

Knowing not what would come, or

even if hope would ever again drum--

stuck in my head, panic and gloom,

refusing to give up until I'd hit

The L Line, that sonic sound BOOM,

Like Beck and his fucking Wow Elephant

in the denial-buried room.

And like E-V, I found God,

in the rain....

Downpouring my head where my crown

Should have been, and knowing

the only thing that matters is

never giving away that soul inch.

The hate heaped on should have

tightened my spiritual lynch--

But like Lil Wayne, I'm a sucker for pain,

and I'll jump off this train,

Sing the refrain,

Love you all down into the day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The flames were burning me

totally alive,

yet I found precious honey inside

that hurricane hive.

Your hands clasping....

IS why I survive.

And like the dark of the night,

dawning unto the day,

And locks opened by keys

once lost in the fray,

There's always more to see,

To choose!

Fucking choke on Volume Two.

Sometimes......

One half of the Flame

has already reached a pinnacle,

And God awaits them perfect timing

to give the other what she needs--

To Dean, healing of the psychoanalytical,

a Gift to bring him into the Purely Paradiasical,

an unequivocal miracle?

A mythical geophysical

Satirical Patrilocal Principle!

Or matrilocal ponifical...

Diacritical

Accent of meaning,

Pulling the gleaning!

of the Masculine-Feminine

Dialectical integral--

the liberal, biblical Nutritional, the literal

aboriginal unconditional

canonical visceral Medicinol....

That is the whole parenthetical

fucking Point of this thing we call

LIFE.

Life, it bursts--

Even when you are dead,

And your burial was A Mad Season's

Long Gone Day.

There is no place to hide,

They reached in and ripped out

my pride,

Twisting up my insides,

selling all that I am so their souls--

Wouldn't be the ones to cry,

But like Billie Eilish said:

This is no time to die.

This is no day to die, my broken

mending, jail-breaking heart sighs!

I wasn't even delivered in a hearse,

And it was evil "life-givers"

who were my curse.

Yet, I am the Phoenix and I

Live to burn in No Mercy's flame!!

From the ashes I rise, but I am

the World Mother, so atone for

the Wrongs you have done toward your endgame harm....

and jump into my arms,

And follow me up the hill--

I know it's a heavy burden...

The titular beast of evil's soul insertion,

this earthly, perverted desertion,

Where the only cure, ocean of Kentucky bourbon,

the beastly introspective introversion, born of

Mother's exertion, their coercive, manipulative

cup-of-my-soul inversion! Suburban Subversion....

the only cure dancing to a kirtan, a hot Persian

Lord's healing conversion, of a long blown up

familial guilt diversion...

The Savior of the Greatest, Most Epic

Lady Sermon....

On the motherfucking Mount.

American Life--ONLY STRIFE!!!

Lady Justice is reaching for her lyrical death knife,

For she is so overburdened,

Hate from determined evil vermin!

The Captain Morgan soul warden,

The torturer of all things good and virgin--

the tragic consequence of the biblical version...

Written by indifference....

FUCKING ILLITERATE IRREVERENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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