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Transfixed;
Delicious sonic gifts.

Alliterative quips,
Equipped with words;
I’m real thick,
Like a viscous drip,
From Jimi’s Hendrix’s bandana
Inducing an acid trip
At Woodstock once quick.
I saw it on a flick on Netflix,
His fretwork was slick,
Playin that USA lick.
He was real gifted,
Proto-human-being afflicted;
So much more than just id.
Guitar gripped.
Strings bent.
Sonic soul sent;
An existential shift.
If you
Can’t handle this,
Get the fuck out,
You failed the quiz.

Real life:
Every moment is a gift;
Take the breath out of your lungs
And put it up to positive.
And never forget to give
And forgive
The forlorn who warn
Of a world torn
And too worn
To be reborn.
An incoming storm,
A deep mourn;
We’ve sworn,
To uphold an elite form,
          At the sacrifice of Gaia.

Failing to achieve
A higher level of being,
Inducing a silent spring,
No more birds left to sing.

A siren song sings out
To call on all beings
To swing,
To the side of love and protect our queens;
Dreams are the most important insight
To our subconscious beings.

Self; unique like no one else,
Understanding Tao de Ching.
Metaphysical Pondering:

Universal implosions scream
and spring
All. Celestial. Beings.