. . . - - eye wrote this poem in ' MAYE of ' 97 , , while ii was involved with mye doctoral dissertation out in phoenix , , at that particular information processing tyem & space . . .
. . . - - right NOW at this very information processing point ITSELF , , sum how , , aZZZ all of these things are coming back around again to recreate their wayz , , it seemz to be appropriate to share these momentz , , and reveal these dreamz which were shaped and lived , , and now are being finished and dyed, , in their true colours of what is finally left to declare itself fore ' all that is & wazz , , and all that it NOW izzzent & anNd NEVER MORE SHALL BEE , , as it vanishes before hour very information processing ii ' ZZ into the completion fore ' truth , , justice & KARMA , , JUDGEMENT & RIGHTEOUS DESERVED ENDZZ . . .
. . . - - and to this cedential codentially ending end ; ; eye say to you , , that no matter what it appears to be , , it is done , , BYE THE WORD OF JAH , , BYE THE ETERNAL MOMENT OF TRUTH AN FREEDOM , , AND OF THE ALMIGHTY WILL OF CREATION , , forever always now ; ; isaiah parable
Foster’s Pen – Tall – Coster
What do you do , when you’ve reached the end ,
Of a latter world , quartyl calzed dream ?
When the hoops that you’re jumping through ,
Are designed gleams
And the moments are recycled trends ?
What do you say to a wonder lost whirl ,
Casting off moonbeams of dread ?
When the fact of all fantasy ,
Sleeps bye’ your bed
And your hopes ever lost in the swirl
Did I say dreams ,
What’s become of you ?
Did we lay away screams ,
Instead of the truth ?
What’s become of Poor Richard ,
Has he lost his nerve ?
Better ask sister Prichard ,
If he side swiped his swerve
Don’t forget about gumbo ,
Falling loose at the seams
And the famous philly – mungo ,
Who is splandered by the screens
Don’t go rootin’ for tootin’ ,
With gouging full eyes
‘Cause the spootin’ you’re lootin’ ,
Are whimsical lies
What do you say to a dead crested leer ,
That comes gurgling up from the drain ?
When the mirror’s reflecting ,
Your ambient vein
And your mug shot’s a squeeze away tear ?
How do you breathe with an iron clad soul ,
And a click track deranged for your heart ?
They show you their sins ,
As your world comes apart
While the radio blairzz rock and roll -- rico story , , ' 97