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GETTING OUT OF ‘LIFE’ ALIVE, YE WHO ARE DEAD!”* Sun., April 8, 2018.

“YOU CAN’T GET OUT OF LIFE ALIVE, NO MATTER, DEAR, HOW HARD YOU STRIVE!”

Does-that seem somewhat, oh,

Depressing?

Perhaps-there’s gladness,

In possessing:

An-inkling of some “silly truth” (?) –

Which may, to many, seem uncouth,

YOU SAY, “To live, we’re ANIMATED!

This-much-of life, we’ve CALIBRATED!”

IN-ANIMATE is-defined-as-DEAD –

THAT’s NOT alive, or so it’s said,

Perhaps-you-can’t-get-out – in “A LIVING WAY,”

‘Cause “GETTING OUT” gives “life” away (?)

The question then is:

IS-(REAL)-LIFE-IN-YOU?

Or – Are You DEAD? Who-has {THE} MENU?!

NOW, “God,” it’s said, is purely Spirit,

So, what is GOD? – Come on! Let’s hear-it!

Is being SPIRIT inanimate?

And (really)-ARE-SOULS-CONTAMINATE?

We-can-only-guess,

That-when-we-die,

and BE-come SPIRITS IN THE SKY,

That “we” might-not really move or think!

We could-be a “pin-prick”** on the brink,

Some fine illusion, beyond compare;

We might just “die”

And there’s no care,

Concern or thought of any-of-our,

Life BELIEFS – Are we a star?

Twinkling, floating, spinning ‘round,

With never-a-sense of sky or ground?

And, when the term WE is applied,

Are we not “G(g)od(s)”*** – and has GOD died?

BUT – “DEAD,” perhaps,

In-our-life’s-perception,

May-be-

“Death-for-matter,”

A-corporeal-”perplexion!”

SO, I F WE DON’T-GET-OUT-OF-LIFE,

ALIVE, IF MAY N O T MATTER –

And that’s no jive. [ Q. E. D. ]

Now, IF you’ve read THIS FAR, My Friend,

And-your-head’s-”spinning,”

Let me mend,

Your keen confusion,

‘Cause-I’m-mixed-up-too,

And, Baby, there’s-NOTHING we can do –

Except-RELAX, And laugh about,

These “funky” notions – Come on, don’t pout!

Just grab your notions and have a dance,

And then,

THE STONE YOU SHALL ROMANCE! 🙂

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVmG_d3HKBA

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* – We THINK we have DEAD ancestors! Perhaps ALIVE and DEAD are very “relative!” Who is to say that those we THINK are dead are, in a sense, more alive than we are. See, e.g.: Mark 2: 26, 27, where The GOD, spoken of, is “The God of Abraham, The God of Isaac & The God of Jacob – NOT THE GOD OF THE DEAD, BUT THE LIVING!” There is an implication that those three patriarchs are ALL ALIVE, at least possibly more alive than we imagine ourselves to be, since GOD recognizes their “aliveness!” Sometimes we are considered as “dead,” as, for instance, when, in Matt. 8:22, it is suggested that “ … the Dead buy The Dead!”

Of course, remember, in the motion picture “To Kill A Mockingbird,” it is suggested, by a local law enforcement official, that THE DEAD SHOULD BURY THE DEAD. Sometimes, Happy Endings are made of THIS! ❤

** – An imaginary location in space – Remember your grade school geometry lessons about the definition of a point! 🙂

*** – “Ye are gods, Gods, God … “ The Book of John, [Chapter 10] – and the debate goes on! L. O. L. “Are we not powerful, spiritual beings, children of The Divine of The Living God? – We must be! We are forever ACTING like IT!” 🙂 -”Ho, ho, ho!” The Mystic Poet.

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– I wanna be Loved by you” ❤💙❤

“DREAM OF MY BLACK MAGIC WOMAN!” Sunday – April 8, 2018 Mmmm!

For-all-o-my-life-I’ve-been-DREAMIN’! (pause)

Dreamin’-about someone like you:

You’re JUST MY TYPE, with just those eyes, And just that way you do!

I think you might be “in my head,”

And other parts as well!!

I think you snuck into my dreams and cast a magic spell!

For all my life, I really thought that white was right and black, not so,

But, I think, you must be a witch – and black is what you know!

And, frankly, Black IS beautiful, or, thus, you’ve taught me this:

That Black’s not bad – and White’s good too -all sealed with a kiss,

A kiss of sweet forgetfulness – A KISS OF OPEN EYES,

You’re SLEEPING BEAUTY-and-

“(The) Dark Night,”

Such a fine disguise:

An angel costume, Covering, A sexy witch-y gal,

One who loves like “no-one’s business,” ONE, who’s my best pal! 🙂

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“Wonderful Tonight-Eric Clapton lyrics” 💙💙💙💙💙

“SO PRETTY!” Sunday – 04/08/18

The prettiest girl I ever-did-know,

Now she was “drop dead gorgeous;”

There was,

Just so much to see,

It was a smorgasborg-ous!

Af-ter I picked my-eyes back up,

I put them in the sockets,

And, speaking-of-sockets, I-was-Pulled-In,

And-then-there- were sky-rockets!

Going off inside,

My – – – – brain!

I REALLY can not quite explain,

That this-here woman was like a prize –

SUCH-GLINT-SHE-HAD – IN HER BLUE EYES.

She ate me up,

Yes, every bit!!

And-we-were-wed-then,

Lickety split! 🙂 -Oo-oo-oui! ❤

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