THE GREATEST ESCAPE

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THE GREATEST ESCAPE

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When our thoughts are the bars to our mental incarceration

Anything you can do to escape the prison of painful thoughts

Seems like a good idea 

Like using substances to float away into Oblivion

But no one can live on Oblivion, it is an illusion

When the fog of Oblivion lifts things are worse than they ever were

And we are still in prison, only the bars are thicker and stronger now

The bars must be cut, bit by bit, but how?

With the file of philosophy, smuggled in past the guards

Who only want to maintain the status quo

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Now, with philosophy and art, 

We painstakingly saw our way out of the rage cage

We knot positive thoughts together to form a rope

And carefully lower ourselves to Earth, solid ground

Then we are free to explore

The many rich possibilities of freedom.

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SKULLPUTER

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SKULLPUTER

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Every human brain must reboot

Our sanity for to keep

We must defragment our noggins

This is what we call sleep

So first thing when we wake up

And our brains are fresh and clear

Is the very best time to make up

The thoughts that bring us cheer

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BRANCH MANAGER

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BRANCH MANAGER

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It could be a pole, it could be a wand

It could be a bludgeon or cane

You can shake it at things

Or draw in the sand

Or use it to start a huge flame

In the eyes of wonder it could be a sword

Or a light saber gift from the stars

Oh a nice stick can be so many things

Once that nice stick is ours

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LAMP OF WISDOM

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LAMP OF WISDOM

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Finding the best solution

Among imperfect solutions

Is a super-power

Unintended consequences hang over every decision

Like the sword of Damocles

The Garden of the Knowledge of Good and Evil

Is so choked with the weeds of illusion, fakery and lies

It has become very hard to tell which are true and good

And which ones are bad and false

I must stick to the shining eternal Truths in my heart

The careful, informed Judgements in my mind

I must tune my inner ear to the voice that has always spoken to the Seeker

On the Path to the Source

Ancient truths are the lamp, the small circle of light on my path 

Through this very interesting and challenging modern life

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CONTAGIOUS

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CONTAGIOUS

There are corrupting influences

That must be avoided like a deadly disease

Lest we become infected with the corruption

Suffering life altering symptoms of despair

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Likewise there are uplifting influences

That must be sought out and embraced

So our mind might be aligned with

Our Higher purpose and the benefit of us all

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ORBITS

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ORBITS

You live in your world

As I live in mine

Each world different, mysterious, special

Perhaps eccentric or dangerous

Perhaps bursting with rich fertility

Hard to tell at first from this distance

Like planets we orbit our lives

Experiencing the tug of our gravities as we pass

So many of us, each so different

Because you are you-nique, as am I

Individuals all, in our infinite little

You-niverses

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DYNAMIC SCULPTURES

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DYNAMIC SCULPTURES

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An Invisible Mover set things in motion

We were not there as humans from the start

For some reason we were evolved/created

Perhaps we are some form of Art

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Eternity is the Artist's studio

Matter the colorful clay

Life includes joy and beauty

And an infinity of factors in play

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We must assign ourselves reasons

For the purposes why we exist

Being a dynamic art form

Is now added to my unique list

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