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world happy day

director roko belic's film "happy" is screening across the globe on Feb. 11th at cinemas, yoga centers, meditation rooms, etc.
check it out! raise the happiness vibration. you can find out where it is playing near you by going
here

yeah they are marketing it, yeah there are t-shirts, yeah. but at least it isnt selling you auto insurance or downed shares of general electric. and the screenings are FREE (at least they are free at the small spiritual centers)

so, be happy

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the railroad

this propheteer, he called something "the Divine"

but one cannot just snap fingers and manifest that yknow

it is outside of the realm sotospeak

consider the midwestern woman who dies from

drowning and then comes back

with a story unlike any other

i've heard

which makes "the Divine" a wholey different concept

and btw, something i've suspected for a long time.

we are simply the petri dish of extraterrestrials

and its chemical process is determined by you.

i would do it, but i'm working on the railroad

...

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ghost rap

it was what it is

or is like it was

but it is

so

not

any think

i mighta thought

changing my position

via paranormal vision

theres a clock

ad hoc

in the decision

tic toc

from the heart they say

you should start today

but youd think

that no one told you

when they bundled

up and sold you

that it wasnt just forever

it is all ways

ee nu rah zay

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Eee = 'all that i am'

Nu = 'my physical body'

Rah = 'my soul'

Zay = 'in the company of angels'

prayer 4 light

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picasso's wives

they were open hearted

witch he couldnt live with/out

they left something

flammabull

a lump of charcoal,

a string of oiled candlewick

a molotov cocktail

in fact every parting

was an epiphany of sorts

made of steamclouds sizzling

rising from iron tanks, not

just some flame

hissing in the rain

a settled not so fine final deal

left on an anvil of undefined space

heavenly cold and planely steel

there in the studio, next to the wagonwheel

now whenever he unbuttons lace

he sees not only half a face

the other half may be

some place he cannot see

pablo will never forget those girls

~ a phantompink haunting rises n swirls ~

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for the love of it

what was taken from a passing wind of everyday life, to record vicissitudes of history poetically?

a word, chosen from the tangle, rescued from darkness and given a song, unchained melody,

i shall appropriate the word, with emotional sensitivity without artifice or forced redemptions it might be acrobatic, or tap lightly, or hit like a slap, or fall like leaves and lace released in an unimpeachable creative honesty and caught by an irreplaceable feeling___ say what?

desiring further recourse, i shall fuel the page with a lengthy partition

in the attempt to quench and satisfy my free thirst for meaning.

orangecherry lovelipop