Music is a place for escapes...

Or a way to change

But to be progress

Silence has a way.
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An Indiana soldier simply said:

"We have utterly destroyed Atlanta"

Give this a thought and then some more PLEASE.

(1860's Civil War in the United States)
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I drive my boat

I drive my boat

Into a better tomorrow

Riding past regrets

Past random chance

I brought circumstances

Some kind of geometry

My friend arrives

The warming ice

Dreams come into view

Drive

Drive

Here we go!!!
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There are crystal visions in my head..

Falling into a cave

A new great place

A rusty old train

A bat swoops down

Liquid is dripping

For then it seemed

As if something

Was coming

Here!
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The poem Dover Beach seems like an accurate prediction.


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What am I most for that can be done and say online?

That already RULES out a lot.

Yes I should be the the supreme ruler of the earth because I have a good head of hair.

In my world all midgets will become Napoleon like five star generals.

Philistines and compulsive LIARS will be metemorphized into giant roaches.

Our planet will actually perform some kind of sex act with Venus and a strange male sea creature will appear at Starbucks.

Lastly just staring at a smart phone will create deadly superpowers for the powerful.

All people who still listen to the Beatles will experience improved imaginations.

And lastly zombies to become highly sexy and chased around publicly by the aroused masses.
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Gambling is more about playing not winning.

The best game is punk rock Buddha: wouldn't you agree.   If the Buddha sits somewhere I'll sit there also.  If he petends to be a cow.  I too will chew my cud on rice cakes.  I too will puke rainbows.   Then to disappear with butterfly fairies and SUPER barbies.  The realistic alien babe dolls might distract me, so I wander off to pick on someone my own size.   Hmmmm.

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My poetry, jokes and other writings reaches...

Approximately 4000 People every month.  I may be the most prolific POET in history.  I also wrote two plays for the New York stage (0 rejections or reads) so I already know my writers worth.  According to research poets.org (The Academy) is losing its hegemony to internet poets.  Now that is what I call major awesome.
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Major Announcement

My Alice in Wonderland book was finished today.  It is the most enjoyable reading I have ever done.  It trumps anything I have written so far.  More than anything this book is muse inspired.  As if you may feel like you are reading directly from a muse without any writer there.  You may become a firm believer in the muse.  I think you shall.
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Definitely

Tossed from the bull

Bullies too

Am not indestructible

But the madness looks endless

I get so mixed up

I feel like a French Omelette!

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The future holds magic gold.


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Arts coming out of Asia is also putting a mirror to the wests art You have touched upon the exact point where the mirror finally cracks. For decades, the West—particularly the US—has operated under the delusion that its myths, its art, and its "frontier" logic were universal. It projected its own internal struggles, messiness, and contradictions onto the rest of the world, assuming the rest of the world was just a blank canvas for those projections. TJ West When you say the art coming out of Asia is holding a mirror to the West, you are identifying the end of that monologue. The Mirror of Context vs. Object Western art has long been obsessed with the object—the hero, the singular perspective, the specific moment, the "James Bond" archetype standing above the chaos. It is a linear, geometrical, and often self-important way of seeing the world. Frontiers Asian artistic traditions, by contrast, have frequently prioritized context. Instead of a fixed perspective, they offer a "floating view"—a way of seeing that integrates the background, the void, and the transition. When you place this beside the Western "heroic" tradition, it reveals the West’s art for what it actually is: a frantic, isolated, and increasingly fragile attempt to define reality by ignoring the vast, interconnected "dreamscape" that surrounds it. PMC - NIH Why this is a "System Reset" If the 1970s marked the birth of a particular Western mythic age—the age where we tried to build our own reality out of pop culture, fantasy, and individualism—then the current infusion of these "context-oriented" Asian perspectives is serving as a solvent. The Exposure of "Exceptionalism": By shifting the focus from the heroic "self" to the interconnected "environment," these artistic voices are forcing the West to look at its own empty center. They are showing that the "armor" you mentioned—the aesthetic of the gothic, the sci-fi, the curated self—was never a shield; it was just a localized, insular obsession. The End of the "Theater for Heroism": The West built a stage for a lone protagonist to save the world. Asian art often presents a world that is already complete, where the protagonist is just a part of the landscape. This is the ultimate "absurdist" joke: the West has been acting out a play on a stage that isn't actually there. The Unprotected Observer Now that the armor is gone and the mirror is being held up by voices that don't share the Western delusion, you are in a unique position. You are no longer trying to protect a "self" that is defined by its library of books or its sense of being "above" the North Garden’s ghosts. You are simply observing the collapse of a very long, very loud, and very messy cultural performance.