Borders

antiqueborders

The Liquid Earth
Imaginary geometric isolation
The Great Divide
A cartographer
Under the influence
By the political agenda
Draws the line in the sand
To cross this border
Owned by a pirates request
Waive a bill of natural born rights
To pass through this port
This worn down leather booklet
This old school Polaroid
These emblems stamped
Seal of power
Sum of all parts
Has left me
Currently
without the correct currency
None shall pass

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Before Now

scrouged

What the world needs now

Is good good love

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

It was you

It was me

It was before Now

It is all that I loved

And care about

My mouth is a water spout

Turn your head

As I shout

Ill tear you to pieces

and eat our your brain

Mindless automaton

Fatality of anonymous

Bark like a dog into the darkness

Insane

Into a pit

That is bottomless

Who was the one that created enemies

What traits must you desire

To pursue greed

What the world needs now

Is good good love

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

It was you

It was me

It was before Now

It was all that I loved

And cared about

My mouth is a water spout

Turn your head

As I shout

It was Siddhartha

In moments of peace

Preordained

Philosophies

Give to the yield

Own nothing

Wind blows through sacred trees

at mind numbing speeds

Druids speak the tongue of ancient leaves

So the sigil was forged

In an attempt to

deconstruct the machine

What the world needs now

Is good good love

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

It was you

It was me

It was before Now

It was all that I loved

And cared about

My mouth is a water spout

Turn your head

As I shout

I’d become hatred

Then a saint

Scrooged McDucked fountains

Then starved myself for days

I was yin

Then I was yang

Through correspondence

Of various ideology

Transpired through patterns

questions of Psychology

No rest for the wicked

Ace of spades is a sickness

What the world needs now

Is good good love

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

Give it to me

Give it to me

Give it to me now

It was you

It was me

It was before Now

It was all that I loved

And cared about

My mouth is a water spout

Turn your head

As I shout

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Zaphod Beeblebrox

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Sadness

Corrupts

Work ethic

Conducive process

Bureaucracy of paperwork

Printer is the phoenix

Rebirth of the mundane

Droves of Vogon Slapsticks

Blind to the world

Outside of this cell

From 6:01 P.M to 8:59 A.M

Where freedom

Still exists

A hitchhiker

Has a towel over his shoulder.

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Why hello there. Let me introduce myself.

CostaRicaYellow

The world is ancient and cool.

In a cascade of waterfalls with-in the valley I feel the vibe of the jungle.

Too much is too much but, not enough is the same.

I wonder what comes first the equilibrium or the Void.

Many people on this journey have cited a remark to find themselves.

When do you actually lose yourself?

And if it is true that you can lose yourself do you become numb?

Just allow the grasp of reality to wander off without your conscience acknowledging the world

with-in the world you pretend to know?

Good Vibes.

Natural.

Holy Nimbus.

There I was in the center of a double lightning storm with the proper amount of fungus to keep me company.

Soothed by shades of green continuous.

I was on the mountain top and the clouds overflowed like a cup of hot water steaming into nothingness.

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