Oddbean

Oneness 👇 We speak About my trip To Paris to see Lizard mans grave They don’t tell An almost ecstatic Wild looking tourist How HUGE that cemetery is So there I was Lost in a cemetery Much older than I knew From the USA Spiritus Roughest Ego Seer eyes -Blinded away from grave So here’s the the Spiritual Seers of the unseen When did Jimi die? We were all so young And stoned Too much Electricity In our bodies Minds and reigns It wasn’t a battle It was just allllll So much fun I enjoy another Spirit spinner To - chase the tail again Then again Maybe I’m happy She liked Val Kilmers lips Cause that almost got her To watch “the Doors” But who becomes That ego Cause she hasn’t yet Given in to the Reality Though her whispers Hear every Possible Questions and answers Asked above the floor (1/2) I got her with Love Me Two times Before high school She learned to play Clarinet and saxophone Quite good even If I just tell you myself Pointless or not She’s a sprite Full of sassafras And country She blazed her own Way out But Addictions -lead back to words Then the sun his Blazing on and There within Must wonder if you saw this What Whit posted and when Did you see it before Or after Was tilted perceptions Mine or yours Ours 23 and me She blows brighter Since When The sun Blazes Moon rushes Fools -Beget us again Jimi I guess you told me Inheritance taken But I want the Peyote Amiright Oh yeah Back to being a seer Of other cosmic connections Space reflections You can do it Whit You do have your place sealed Golden records are whatever Compared to what you are Come back & l… I ask you think of me. And the lifetimes I’ve had On Earth as a predator Why do you think You’re a woman so soon again? Cause you had to learn More respect this time So you can communicate And be a leader of ken dolls Cause you’ve already been Of men Which path will yo What path will you chose now? Yeah girl, listen…you did chose I know, I chose it all But how much paint and fumes To fill the wonders away It’s not fair to put All that into a child so young Cause visions are second Hand traumas of others Loves and loved history mistaken So you get a Churchill Or a guarding child Someone with the skills to raise But yes, just cause you HAD TO Walk through hell And did Doesn’t mean you had To make one Others life War against herself And others No one understood Get Away I’m done That’s the damness of it She has seen the unseen Gaslit of her dreams Cause profit made in the past Appears to be my ego Playing on her heartstrings Again within Would her call to action Or others change If she chose to chiefly Take Monetarily dictation of Ha. A paperback writer? A book for today? I don’t know. DNA traveling Astral blasts Iconoclastic Not withstanding Her voice brash It’s the blasting To get others To mine their own mind Then heart Surgical connections Too many Believe Life ends -awaken

This could inspire much poetry from me … Instead I’ll just leave this … Blind cave fish have evolved unique foraging strategies to survive in their lightless environments. Since they lack eyesight, they heavily rely on their other senses, particularly their sense of smell, touch, and hearing, to find food and navigate through the darkness of the caves. And some older #poetry Gasoline flowed free Information Age, looks bleak Loving hearts speak truth - once read bots can’t write poetry Desperate swimming Blind cave fish online Willful ignorance - Darkness abounds Choose better humans Recognize our world, right now Brain dead floats above July 31, 2023