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-- The sound of mystery, -
My guitar tuned itself and sent it's music!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, -
Yeah, yeah, --

--The sight of mystery, -
My ship and the crew now drift south!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
-- And what a mystery?, -
No albatross can been seen!, --

--The feel of mystery, -
My arms turn to fins as I dive down deep!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, -
All things, they await, to meet me!, --

What a mystery? - Only in a mindless dream?, --

--The taste of mystery, -
Man, I see the virgin sun swing low!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, -
It's where no one else has ever been!, --

--The smell of mystery, -
Mermaids gather round, inviting, wanting me to be with them!, -
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, --

--The feel of mystery, -
You can find me has you stand there in the sand shallow at the waves, I'm pulling you in!, -
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, --
Yeah, yeah, yeah

1. First of all Nicolas Cage married a 27-year old young woman
& he's 59-years old. [This Is A Good Thing!]



2. There is a place in the Middle-East people are still having children
up until they're 100-years old.
There is a place in the Middle-East where they call 100-year old men and women "YOUNGSTERS."
A man from the Middle-East had talked to me a few years ago
about marriage between men and women:

3. This is what he had said me: "The United States all those men have a one track mind when it comes to old women bearing children."
"My town in the Middle-East we men have 66-tracks of minds and the great command was to: God said be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it." Genesis 1:27-28."

4. He added, "What men have done all over the world is put an age
on women making-up fiction stories where a women becomes almost 100-years old, they're told they shouldn't try to have anymore children."

5. "Sarah in the bible had a child at 90-years old Genesis 17:16."
He said "God had never put an age on women having children,
men on earth have done that, and it's no where in scripture that tells women
to stop bearing children."
He further said, "That command in Genesis 1:27-28 it as good as gold to him
bringing little ones into the world."
"Man teaches a lot of his family to hold -- To Get -- And 2 own fear just like men
he would hold and get and own gold."
We men in the Middle-East we have the same principle of morals but instead of teaching our families FEAR, we teach them to have FAITH, in God."

6. "Genesis 12:2-3 and in thee shall all the families of the earth be blessed!
Israel had softened the heart of God to give to all the families of this earth."
Those nations that had attacked Israel what you've, you've used the monies God had given to U and had attacked Israel and you had bit the hand that feeds you!!!!
God should had never chosen this earth to put his people Israel to live and move and have their being on this planet, my opinion: He should had chosen another planet far out of reach from the hand of this destructive troublesome man! Job 14:1

7. When Israeli-Alien Spaced ships comes and destroy half your Military Strength
those of you that had attacked Israel, when that times comes
I will have no-pity on any of you, just Noah never had no-pity on those people
before the world wide flood had come!
When God himself gets tired of being Mocked from those cold-hearted people
on planet earth, when he gives the order, the most lethal Israeli-Alien Spaceships will come as God's hand of extreme hot waxing wrath!
None of you on this planet earth have never seen the lethal strength
of this Israeli-Alien Space Ships, in past accounts different foreign-governments
have shot down Israeli-Alien Space Ships out of your sky above.
These Israeli-Alien Space Ships you can shoot your most lethal
weaponry at these spaceships and after all the smoke has cleared,
those space ships will be still be standing in the their same spot in the sky
un-harmed. Galatians 6:7
The fear of the Lord is hatred of evil -- Proverbs 8:13

8. Psalms 109:5 "And They Have Rewarded Me Evil For Good, And Hatred For My Love."
Those nations that had attacked Israel this is what you've done
and when God gets tired of being mocked he will blast you off his earth
just like he did in the time of Noah!
Just like Noah I to will turn a deaf ear and a blind eye to all the un-believing evil crowd of different nations of men.
Evil has no-power in the eyes of God none of U men cannot stop earthquakes and all the other destructive elements that hit the earth at different times!
None of You!

9. To those men all over the world that refuse to repent of your grave gross wickedness this is the your heritage from the Lord -- The Whole Chaper-20 of Job!

So,we live in a world where nothing is true, all you ever thought, well, its not real, its your imaginary you, Hitler was never here, we don't have a history, nothing to fear, so, they wipe out the past, reinvent it all, we don't have a say, it's their call, once there was you, once there was me, but now, well, my friend identifies as a tree! REALLY! It's hard to figure out, what it's all about, I think it's time, Over and out!

Once upon a time there was an imaginary land
With imaginary women and imaginary men
And long ago when I was a little boy this is what an old man told me
He told me about the mighty men of moley moley

They were like super hero's stronger than Hercules and Superman
They stood so tall they placed rainbows in the sky
And when the people asked for the rest of the day to be clear and dry
The clouds were parted with just the wave of a hand

There was always peace and harmony the women there sang so beautifully
No other kingdom ever dared to talk of war the old man could say no more
But the look in his eyes maybe it wasn't imaginary what he told me
And now it's left to me to tell the story of the mighty men of moley moley

Spaceman,
Laser guns,
Killing off races,
Having fun,-
The Ape-man,
Well, he claimed my cave,
He ate my food,
Then he ate my slaves,-

There's no place,-

Gypsyman,
Told us why?,
And how to live forever,
And touch the sky?,
The Doobieman,
Ha, you all remember him!,
Well, he sells only the best!,
No seeds and stems,-

There's no place,
Like--
There's no - no - no place like space!-

Psychicman,
And the future he saw,
The Planet of the Apes!,
He's seen to far!,
The Musicman,
Tuning his tunes,
Thrash Heavy Metal!,
Changed into blues,-

There is no!
There's no - no - no place like space,
There is no!
No place like space!-

Continuation...........

On the second level, merchants' homes and shops arrayed,
here were homes, of richer bearing, belonging to the more powerful,
mini palaces, with minarets adorning their heads, of purest gold,
the scents of the Orient, here they did waft on the air, intoxicating.
Each scent mingled with the next, inducing peace, a gentle narcotic,
Listen, mighty ones, the sounds of trade ever singing,
these mini palaces had indoor bathing facilities for the inhabitants,
beautiful mini gardens, behind these dwellings, such beauty.

Now look, see in your mind's eye, level three, the communal gardens,
they were lush, green areas, surrounded by Kaleidoscopic colour,
there were shapes and descriptions, of all kinds of exotic plants,
they seemed, painted onto this scene, by a master's hands.
so skillfully crafted, these gardens of love, peaceful to the mind,
there were trees of mighty girth, lifting their many arms in praise of the Gods,
there were secluded, hidden areas, those areas for lovers to be left alone,
indeed, I, as your Bard, I tell you, all desires were catered for.

On the fourth level, homes for the palace staff, grandiose buildings,
virtual palaces, as close as could be to the merchant's homes in style,
from golden window casings, the Badicha plain could be viewed complete,
the inhabitants blessed, the splendour of love's dreams theirs.
In dwellings fit for mighty kings, they lived out their lives.
within your minds, know that all knew love and joy within Alahsar,
These homes had larger bathing areas within,
sounds of joy did ever sound within each dwelling, happy people.

Lords and Ladies, lift up your horns to the splendour that is Alahsar,
to that most beautiful jewel, under a low, midnight sun,
on level five, the king's palace and its vast gardens stand-alone,
the great golden glory, of he, known only as the golden king.
Lift up your horns, all you who hearken to my words,
drink the blessed mead and in your hearts, ever, Alahsar remember,
In one mighty cry may our voices be heard,
"Glory And Honour!!!"

Oh, golden king, your mighty kingdom lives,
Look down mighty king, on all that is yours,
your glorious name through ancient tales remembered,
in infamy or glory, this tale shall tell.
We look back, into an ancient world, long forgotten,
the golden dream of Alahsar facing its greatest trial,
now, hearken close my Lords and Ladies, while my tale unfolds,
come to the greatest wonder, Alahsar.

To Be Continued..........

"Before The Gates Of Alahsar,"
By,
Michael .P. Clarke.

Full Version.

Bardic style.

Chapter..........1..........Part..........1..........1.

Come now, my Lords and Ladies,
listen now to the tale I shall tell,
the ancient tale of the dreamland,
of Alahsar, I lay before you.
look now within your mind's eye,
look on the golden gates to peaceful shrine,
they stand in wonder,
before a city of joy and peace,
a most ancient jewel.

I, your Bard, stand before you,
my words, I am ready to sing,
my beating heart of truth,
it shall beat the tales cadence,
as my words, I do speak.
Oh, Alahsar, your dream forever sung,
I lay it forth, following ancient texts,
come now, my Lords and Ladies,
listen to the tale my heart shall tell.

Never, had there been dark, in Alahsar's jewelled kingdom,
the sky afire, with a golden glow, in a night of lightened twilight,
all night, this sun would lie low in the sky, a golden glory,
this light of love, ever touching the beating heart of Alahsar.
The sun did sparkle off golden pinnacles and minarets bejewelled,
the sun, kissed gold so gently, and golden light did live,
my Lords and Ladies, such a dazzling display of light effects,
forth did come the rainbows of dream's desire.

Upward, ran the virgin white, stone dwellings, of the city,
they did tower to such heights, they reached for the heart of Heaven,
open your minds to the vision, look upward, upward, ever upward,
atop the great city, a golden palace, how that glory did shine.
This was a golden beacon to all, that Alahsar did live,
the city of dream, in its golden coat, arrayed, it did sing dream's song,
from the golden gates below to the golden palace atop, peace and joy did reign,
Alahsar, sing dreams song in majesty.

On the first level, the dwellings of Alahsar's mighty armies,
of the most sumptuous furnishings, they were arrayed,
seem within your minds, soldiers dressed in such regal splendour,
those on duty, they walk proudly. from dwellings to the mighty parapet walls.
They all know nights of passion, in rooms of silken beauty,
primal passion, emitting sighs and screams into the night
communal wash areas were to the rear of these dwellings,
they were behind high walls, built into the rock itself.

To Be Continued...........

The layers we build begin with the child we were.

In life we load on so many layers, like paint being added to a plank of wood.

The plank gets loaded and over time it warped and buckled.

It almost snapped at times but it didn't..

It's up to you to remove the layers of paint slowly and let the girl breathe again, you just have to be allowed to without fear.

Someone gave me a Box, a Space to sit, stand dance, Twirl around, breathe.

It was the most beautiful, sweet, precious gift because it was timeless.

It didn't need ribbons, bows or anything inside, it had air to breath, no judgement, not one comment, so intreged, so in awe, so special.

Closes the Box and places in inside my soul, safe and sound forever.

As a kid I get exited whenever I get the news from my parent that we are going on a vacation or any trip that will lead to exploring the galaxy and the restless race of traveler’s heart before the journey begins, when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together; the nervous feeling before undertaking a journey always hit me like never before. Growing up, I still feel hunted and engage with the same nightmare and restless race of how my journey will end up.
The joy of being able to say “to hell with it” pave way to an intense and irresistible desire for freedom listening to directions and then walking off and promptly learning how to heal as I advance in age.
I realize the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.
I guess this is just me having another nightmare that will always hunt me as long as I have breathe in my lungs... Don't be scared to dream because that's the time you feel human...

I hope I didn't waste your time???
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