John and Yoko, or (Lennon's Last Hit Is the Life I Lead)
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It was fabulous
In the beginning
Only there was
One instead of four
So to pass through
The threshold of hell
I had been summoned
To pay a fee
It's only right
Nothing is for free
So as I take
The numerical steps
Of my birth month
A day at a time
In my own personal
Gerald's wife scenario (fee included)
NABS WAITED AS
ORDAINED
to reach rock bottom
For contemplation in
The corner of
A subway car
Fate SEALed
A pray for the dying
But as normal
One can't win
the lottery
So dismal decisions
That disrupt
The nervous system
Reveals
The instability
Of a past.
One outta three
Cost time
Or money
Nah it's a Deion thing
Both.
As lifelines
So long disregarded
Appear
I know
I'm not ready yet
For that.
It doesn't get any harder
Than this right now
It's all up hill
Once again the gloomy
Battleship of a sky
At war
With a destructive
Time continuum
Has the odds on favorite
To leave blue skies
Lies for a legacy
Long ago lost
But only recently found
The parabalistic analogies
Of what one sees
And perceives
Put in paragraphs
Past post modern
Meticulously
In self code
For either intellectuals
Or psychotherapists
To decipher
And as still
The Phoenix tries
To ignite it's
Flaming phantasm
Of a figure
To spread it's wings
And soar
majestically
As it once did
Many moons
Of madness
Must be analyzed
On the couch
You lie on
Standing up
Remember
GW's place
Only has a foundation
In the mind
Of the messenger.
Could this be the culmination
Of a lifetime of indecision
Deciding to make a choice
Constructive
Instead of the
Normal
A return
with John singing in the background
The vapors of substance grown and made gives the biological equivalent of shock therapy especially when trying to withdraw, but being blessed bestows both a confidence and a fear of finally achieving destiny. Wanting to be on stage is something most people dream of, only not on a subway platform. What a coming out of it party. The wreckless ride through the rough rapids of reality. Keeping it in solitude, confidence except for the accomplices and some with perception is why past failure existed. A change of program may maintain a mistake proof possibility this time. You can only go to the well so many times before you're drinking mud. 110 reasons is the fee negotiated on by D. I., although the patient wasn't told until after treatment started. NO REFUNDS. an assisting analyst might be called in, if deemed necessary. Sometimes one babbles a lot on the stand up couch so switching from both patient, and physician, to just patient is understandable. The complex psychodrama of this delicate dilemma is reminiscent of a lightning crash. The confusion sets in. Ever see Flatliners, no where to go but up. And John is still singing.
Repeated resurrections doesn't make the process any easier but noticeable returns of an aura emanating can be felt by receptive empaths. Last stabs at darkness are okay, because the hook brings you back. The radio plays your life as you try to make all the pieces fit outside-in, downside-up, left-side right jigsaw puzzle. Some skill is required. An oasis, mental, in the middle of the city through airwaves sedates the seemingly impossible task of turning around transgressions instead of repeatedly running into a Wonderwall. As the flame of Phoenix starts to find an ember, and alpha, omega, and infinity collide, the catalyst of consciousness starts reparations of the rainbow an empire to build a futuristic paradise. And John's still singing.
Honesty. Sobriety is a diet we don't want to conquer. It's easier to carry the weight. Remember only death stopped John from singing.
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