“THE MYSTIC POET HAS PROUDLY BECOME TUMBLR ‘RIFF RAFF!’ ” a poem December 26, 2018 (Wednesday)

WHY? It is a question – often-asked by mortal man;
And-only-answered – much, much-later! When!-af-ter-all-“the-ban,”
People start to wonder: “Who-controls-our-lives?
Herding us like sheep! and-inserting-us-in-“hives?”
Hives of THEIR fine choosing! When, no-Queen-Bee-(we’ve)-elected!
When-COMMUNITY-STANDARDS – are, by “others”(?) – forcefully erected,
And enforc-ed – to the bloody point – where-EVERYTHING GETS BANNED:”
Throw-it-ALL-in-a dumpster! Who the heck has planned?
To-censor? Censor! Whatever-they-want?
Strict, imposed morality – can-sometimes-be-TOO-BLUNT,
That it simply will allow: EVEN-WORSE-STUFF – TO-EMERGE!
Banning-Those-(Most)-Defiant – can-allow-The-DEMIURGE,*
And make The-World-not-only-boring – but-(also): A-DICTATORIAL-PLACE!
Do you wanna? Live-somewhere? WITHOUT LAUGHTER and/or TOUCH,
With no human contact – or sympathy – or much,
Of ANYTHING ELSE – really – much-worth-living-for?
Human beings may be “disgusting,” but, I think, we have much more,
To-live-for – than-what-THE-PROGRAMMED – MR-SMITHs** (will) provide,
Which is: DON’T-QUESTION-NOTHING – and do not be so snide,
As-to-think you’ve more to offer, than taking what we give,
We enjoy-a-telling you (you SHEEP) – (that) THIS-IS-THE-WAY-TO-LIVE!
‘Cause we are digitized-so-PROPERLY – selective – and well-ordered!
OUR WAY! or THE HIGHWAY! is how ALL-of-you-MUST-be-“bordered!”
Accept OUR border fences! Accept our points of view,
Even IF they make you – feel sad and blue!
For we-KNOW what’s-superior! and we’ll direct your lives,
Right up until the time you die! AND WE’LL-ALSO…CK YOUR WIVES!

fin <3


* – i.e.: The Boogeyman
** – Computer Directors – from “The Matrix” film trilogy


๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ’ฅ๐ŸŒž Told you ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚

The Mystic Poet is now unable to post ANYTHING on the site that Tumblr HAD allowed him/her to use for the last few years! So, jfastereft.tumblr.com (like J Jay Samuel Davis on Facebook) appears to be “officially” BLOCKED! Rest In Peace THE MYSTIC POET (at least – on Tumblr!) I guess the same folks who “control” Facebook and enjoy including themselves in “The Moral Majority” in America – have grabbed onto Tumblr! I think these must be the clones of those in The Nazi Regime who burned all those “obnoxious” books and also killed anyone not agreeing with their “special” beliefs, who tried to “take over The World” and “clean it up!!” Good luck! “POLITICAL CORRECTNESS is a jealous mistress, who appears fairly pristine ON THE OUTSIDE, filled with self-righteousness and unappreciated hopes and dreams!” The Mystic Poet


Oh well, Mystic Poet think about this for a moment

Did you know William Shakespeare in his life was just like you, very naughty and wouldn’t conform with Society all those years ago?

Rumour has it; there was an order placed on his head to chop it off ๐Ÿ™Š

Exactly like you lol ๐Ÿ™Š

Aren’t you a very lucky duck to be banned on Social Media only, think about that Ducky ๐Ÿฐ

Anyway, Ducky, you will be famous when you are dead too ๐Ÿ™ˆ

In the meantime, Dazzled will edit you firmly?
This little tea lady is going home๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ‡

Watch “โ™ฅ “I’ll Be Seeing You” โ™ฅ (most beautiful heartwarming version)” on YouTube

“I think the main thing here is, since we have basically NO IDEA what we’re doing, we probably shouldn’t do too much!” The Mystic Poet


Watch “Guardians Of The Galaxy OST – “Come And Get Your Love”” on YouTube

POSTED IN: TUMBLR’s “OpennessDotCom:” on Dec. 26, 2018 (Wednesday)

Hi, Tumblr-Censors: I hope you have a nice New Year – – – Filled with love, without-hate-and-fear! – – – No fear of people, losing clothes – – – No fear of-telling-you, I suppose: – – – That your-idea – of proper and prim: – – – Is morally deficient – and pretty dim! – – – I hope that worms and bugs of doubt – – – crawl-up -into (pause) – your fine snout! – – – And infest your brains, with-a-little-sense! – – – For, humans-can-be-silly – and-sometimes dense! – – – But, in-the-long-term, ALL – will-be-heard! – – – THE-BEAUTY-OF-SEX-AND-OUR-BODIES is-not-so-absurd!

“BEATS ME!”ย  a poemย  a.k.a.: “On Fear Of The Apocalyps(t)ical!”๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ‡

“BEATS ME!” a poem a.k.a.: “On Fear Of The Apocalyps(t)ical!” ๐Ÿ˜ Tuesday – 12/25/2018

When I was young –
And approximately confident,
I feared (that-perhaps)
Might destroy The Continent,
IF – “the bomb button” was PUSHED! by someone “in control(?!),”
Who-might-be – living – in-an-underground-bunker, in-a properly-secured hole!
It-would-be-SOMEWHERE-“out-there,” in the Nevada ‘Badlands,”
Untouchable! Mainly – because-of-all-the-sands,
AND – I feared The World might explode – in ATOMIC DESECRATION,
Destroying all the folks, in each civilized nation!
Now (I fear) I ain’t afraid at all,*
Because: #1: WE’RE-ALL-INCOMPETENT, shuddering-behind-“a-wall,”
Of confusion – & indecision – &-hesitant-hypnosis;
We ain’t got NO good sense – and we-sure-ain’t – got-no GNOSIS!**
And the one that we THINK – might push that dog-gone button,
Will probably have passed-out – from overeating some mutton,
Or (s)he won’t have the heart to kill all his(her) kin,

In Chicago – or L. A. – of (s)he’ll think that it’s a sin,

To destroy this fine world, where so much is invested!
INDECISION – is something – with-which we’re all “crested!”
Plus, #2: THIS IS A DREAM, a big, ol’, friggin’ dream,
About as stable – as gunpowder – or, maybe – more like ice cream,

But – it might just be – so-insignificant – to The Divine Will,
It might be LESS-THAN-A-SNEEZE – hardly a thrill!!
So, when I was young, I was VERY self-concerned,
And-I was-really-into – NOT BEING BURNED!
Plus, YES! I was sure life was needed AND critical,
BUT – since-Trump’s-election, I’ve become (much) less-analytical!
And I no longer think “The Pinnacle,”
Of-our-existence – is all about the “Clinical,
fin <3

* – Anyway, I’m sure I AM concerned about more stuff than I realize, but no so much maybe no more! ๐Ÿ™‚ – What?

** – The “Ancient” Knowing of the seers and “early” spiritual groups, like Essences, Atlanteans, Lemurians & single-celled amoeba – y’know!

“THE CLUCKING OF CENSORS!”ย Facebook ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›

“THE CLUCKING OF CENSORS!” a poem a.k.a.: “How Grateful I Am To The ‘Quality Control Experts’ Overseeing The Moral Fabric Of Social Media So It Doesn’t Tear, I Guess!?” December 26, 2018 – Wednesday, the morning after!! ๐Ÿ™‚

WHO ARE THESE CENSORS? Did they come from Venus?
Well, obviously so! They have no – – – “balls!”
You CAN’T – call-them, (pause) e-mail, fax – or – condemn-them-to-Hell,
Where-I’m-pretty-sure (Yes, I AM!) – They would not do so well!
For they are persnickety! They are cautious and proper!!
They NEVER liked Elvis – or loved The Big Bopper!
They KNOW what they’re doing(?) – PROTECTING US ALL,
From-“porno”-(and)-“sexploitation” – Saving-us-from-The-Fall,
Of Man! – that happened – so very long ago,
Like – at-the-time-of-Jesus – or Santa! “Ho! Ho! Ho!”
BUT!! Wait-now, St. Nick (pause) PLEASE DON’T SAY T H A T –
It sounds like – a v – – – – -a – Well, I smell (long pause) –
A self-righteous person, who has morals and scrup(b)les,
Like Trump, with his dollars – and-Putin, with his ru(p)bles!*

Yeah, Facebook! BAN ME! for-presenting-questionably-sexy “monster mash,”
When the REAL abomination – is YOUR (bank) account, stuffed with cash!**
Oh, Yeah! We’re-prob’ly-all self-righteous – censor-filled “drunks!”
The Far Right – The “Moral” “Majority!” What a bunch o’ punks,
Who have lost – any appreciation – for humor – or good f – – – – ing,
(ABOUT) ALL WE GOT LEFT – TO ENJOY, (pause) amidst-this-censorial-clucking!

fin <3

* – a combination of rupees and rubles!?

** – i.e.: filthy lucre! Ho, ho, ho!

Watch “Don McLean – Vincent ( Starry, Starry Night) With Lyrics” on YouTube

Vincent (w/ lyrics) – by Don McLean

“Vincent” is a song by Don McLean written as a tribute to Vincent van Gogh. It is also known by its opening line, “Starry Starry Night”, a reference to Van Gogh’s painting The Starry Night. The song also describes different paintings by the artist. It was created on the 100th anniversary of the midpoint of Van Gogh’s life. [from Wikipedia]

Credits belong to the owners of this song, the images and the video.
Little did I know that March to May 2018 would forever change Me Myself and I to dedicating the balance of my life to Music Faith Hope and Charity. The personal life experience of sad to Joy the mission. My own heathcare a focus. Self care a daily priority of survival.
All lessons of style and Life lived experiences tools to review relearn and create new.
Paradigm shifts reality. 2018 the year in my life of change management tributes of farewell. Hello of unknowns New knocking on an Open minded Door. Music the driving control of my heart and Soul. The curve in my path… new steps of a blessed journey.
Wind beneath my Wings
The Angels…and roots grounded the Rose..seed to plate…and Gods strength in control.
Simple seeking style of balance.
Gratitude beyond hearts measure. A simple trust of Truth and Time.
Thankyou for the sharing of Master Notes Singing Songs Soul.