FROM:BOOK OF EARNEST TEARS/TIMELESS JAZZ/CALLING THE DREAMS BLUFF/GHOST LOVE/REVIVAL THROBBING

133.

What happens when you have a good omen and a bad omen at the same time

Deciding the better of the two

Or both could be bad at first then turn out good

The black cat or the white owl

Sometimes I almost leave my body or sometimes pressed down

Sometimes I have to prevent something from entering or taking over mines

Awake on both sides

A co-median has to meet the audience halfway

An intelligent punchline does not make the ill informed laugh

Start the song with a fast blast burst then stretch it out

Two trains coming from different directions diverted to their perspective pathways

Clashing so beautifully

134.

This ghost misleads

Thoughts occur in existence

This ghost has a self

He becomes a ghost only when he turns the self off and projects wordless humming, intangible motion, morphing into an alternate materialization in space

Sometimes this ghost dabbles in the world of flesh

Rabbling ghostly meanings why would the living hear a ghost

He began to speak words from the flesh

He went back into a ghost mid-sentence retracted existence pulled the sound back detached dispatching from the vibrational netherworld

An invisible spirit force

This passing ghost is exposed only under a holy light

The electricity that makes your heartbeat

The ultraviolet ultravitamin

Humus

That spark is connected to a socket that everything is connected to

There is no disconnection or it appears so only in human waking perspective time

I am only a ghost cause my meaning has yet to be seen

The fishermen stopped being fishers of women and men

Now the lobes of the youths brains recognize us as a ghost custom or a custom ghost

And my message becomes ghost words to their ears

And my magic is ghost music only received by those other ghost

A hybrid ghost still dreaming in my second death caused by my mothers passing; ever since her golden reunion shared with me

I know only one spirit be it whomevers savior only that person can save the people of earth

We are ghosts who have no more to do with the world of the flesh

What is popularity if I am still a ghost but my presence radiates

The people who have no input in this system are ghosts

We abduct those and take em away because

We just don’t exist playing our flutes till the great regeneration

Ghosts of a promise a ghost until the promise

Existing only through sound and pure cogitation

Dwelling forms in the world of spirit

Only the only god can truly take this body from me who better else

I do not know where what is called I will be transferred to or what is called I will be distributed to…

Only my maker or my makers true children could ever make me not feel like a ghost

FROM:BOOK OF EARNEST TEARS/TIMELESS JAZZ/CALLING THE DREAMS BLUFF/GHOST LOVE/REVIVAL THROBBING

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Corvallis, United States

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