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Prelude👀

“WHAT ARE THE CHANCES!” a poem a.k.a.: “Fight of The Ages!” Wednesday, June 6, 2018.

Prelude: “When, finally, you are comfortable with ALL aspects of YOURSELF, you may well ask: ‘What is: Good, Bad, Dark, Light, Strong, Weak, Enlightened, Ignorant, Negative, Positive?’ for Humans were not made for perspectives – Perspectives were made for Humans!” The Mystic Poet. :)\nThe Son of Sam and Samson\nWere locked in Mor(t)al Toil;\nBoth were “Killers for The Cause,” fightin’ o’er a goil (!) (girl)\nThey POSSESSED the self-same body,\nEnemies ‘til The End (?)\nFighting – sometimes Winning – Kill and Fight Again,\nOver NOW and over – seeing endless nights – and\nTheir Battles, Sophisticated: There are many FRIGHTS:\nLike boiling in hot oil, drawn and quartered too,\nTarred and feathered, before-being-shot, Cleaving the body in two -\nUntil, one day, they stopped and looked (pause)\nWith an enlightened eye!\nAnd Son of Sam said: “SAMSON-man, will we forever die?\n‘Cause IF you die or me, my, my – IT HURTS! Then – back again,\nCan’t we just agree and shake, declaring we are KIN?\nI AM just your darkness; you, LIGHT? Just-what-it-is,\nBut it’s so very tiring – an endless, death-wish BIZ!”\nThey shook and then – went “dutch,” (pause)\nTo get a drink and dinner!\nThey spied some goils (girls), looking pretty, and Samson said:\n“YO, SINNER, ALL aspects of YOURSELF, you may well ask: ‘What is: Good, Bad, Dark, Light, Strong, Weak, Enlightened, Ignorant, Negative, Positive?’ for Humans were not made for perspectives – Perspectives were made for Humans!” The Mystic Poet. 🙂

The Son of Sam and Samson

Were locked in Mor(t)al Toil;

Both were “Killers for The Cause,” fightin’ o’er a goil (!) (girl)

They POSSESSED the self-same body,

Enemies ‘til The End (?)

Fighting – sometimes Winning – Kill and Fight Again,

Over NOW and over – seeing endless nights – and

Their Battles, Sophisticated: There are many FRIGHTS:

Like boiling in hot oil, drawn and quartered too,

Tarred and feathered, before-being-shot, Cleaving the body in two –

Until, one day, they stopped and looked (pause)

With an enlightened eye!

And Son of Sam said: “SAMSON-man, will we forever die?

‘Cause IF you die or me, my, my – IT HURTS! Then – back again,

Can’t we just agree and shake, declaring we are KIN?

I AM just your darkness; you, LIGHT? Just-what-it-is,

But it’s so very tiring – an endless, death-wish BIZ!”

They shook and then – went “dutch,” (pause)

To get a drink and dinner!

They spied some goils (girls), looking pretty, and Samson said:

“YO, SINNER,

Can I borrow you tonight? ‘Cause you can play this game:

MY ARSE, IT HAS TO LOOSEN UP – I’VE GOT MY ‘FAITH’ TO BLAME!!”

fin. ❤