The way we chose

I am not dreaming I don’t think suspicious

It is the truth in my face and yours

You know, you and me have a lot things together no matter

If we want it or not, it is written in black and white

Like wind and dust, wherever wind blows takes you and me with

No matter if I am in Iran or you are in Florida, ones it comes,

takes away that piece of property or identity you and me ones owned.

I can’t call it destiny or the way we chose.

It is some thing that is over it.

This is a piece of not me and you, it is Satan

The profoundly evil adversary of God and humanity, who

Often identifies with the leader of the fallen angels

 the Devil personally in cloth of President of humanity

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let say it is the price of Freedom, you and me will pay.

Like couple of cents more or les for Gallon of gas to get there,

Where we get diagonally close to freedom we do have in mean and define.

Damon

6/30/2012

I hear them

I hear them
At least, I hear the noises
I hear the noises of hoofs
Of hoofs their horses
They’re coming
in battalion, in cavalry in millions, they’re illegal, aliens.
They get us
They take us
They unclothe us
They wash us
They make us
They cloth us
They replace us

pretty soon

they’re aliens.

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Damon

Theatrical expression

Same as usual,

life on the rocks,

bitter then cobras poison taste in my mouth earlier morning between my coffee and the cigar.

,

Same as usual

Damon