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T O P I C R E V I E Wwhitewitch111I think it just became random babble after a while...The clowns descended on Washington D.CThey come as peace makersIn the name of the Holy sonsGanesha, Horus, Christ, Krishna"My mother shall not cry!"Kalki charges upon his horseLike Thor at Ragnerock He blows his hornTo summon the strength of NarasimhaHis fourth incarnationShiva rises tooWith gentle downcast eyesAs his Parvati weeps"My Mother does not know you!" Cries the little pirate. "My Mother weeps for you!And I will not risk her lifeIf you do pass!"Father and son look on the horizon The hurricanes are comingBut what else wicked comes this way?Vishnu whose element is fire The forests around the Gods burn to his rageManipura to North KoreaHas become its prideWhich will consume the world. Queen Anne looks to her brother"Hold me George, I've lost my third boy."He does so in brotherly embraceBut within the wallsWhispers of incest comeMen bent on powerCannot see a Mother's pain. For who but George BoleynDid bring Luther to England?Threatening them all...The incarnations, the story'sThey play out as one now in the tenthAs the earth moves to the fifth dimension,Vishnu finds the headAfter losing his own to Sharabha Shiva's incarnation who didTo stop Narasimha's rage Which would destroy the earthBehead him as such,And yet, for the Castratii, the orgies and the corruptionRome stands still.Kurma, the Goth PiratePartially succeeded his quest as the fourthThe Leo-rising George Boleyn,In the year of our Lord; 1533.But who enslaves this world?But, they who sit in Vatican City?Rises Nero, rises Rodrigoand I marvel at my baby boyBut rises Hitler tooAnd still I marvel at my boyBut I am in aweAs Edward TeachThe black bearded scoundrelFollowing in the footsteps of TristanWho is the second incarnation of VishnuSpain fears himBritain fears himThe Colonies fears himFrance fears himAnd the Carribean tooHe and his ship: The Queen Anne's RevengeAnd who did join him?But, Anne Bonnie and Mary ReidWho are sometimes the daughterssometimes the sons of VishnuAs Luva and KushaOne cannot live in basicalitiyWithout red, orange, and yellow"Hold steady Boys!" Shouts BlackbeardThe flames rise from his beardAs Vishnu's rage unfurlsAnd as Brahma envies and grievesThe sea shakes the ship uneasilyAnd as Shiva turns his headThe winds of Shakti rain and howl"My Black Caesar!" Yells TeachFrom a ghostly green fogEmerges the great Nigerian PirateWho escaped all slave tradersFrom Ethiopia, Portugal, Britain And even his ownTo betray so easily for the powerWestern money promises. Fooled by noneHe turns from a tawny haired Celtic PrinceMurdered by CatusTo an old simple-minded King, hands foldedRocking to and froHe turns to a sickly boy-PrinceMarried to CatalinaKnown to the Indians as GangaAnd then comes Smeaton the Minstrel Naradha, the son of BrahmaSharabha took Vishnu's devotee with himAnd Kali accepted defeatwhitewitch111 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9zcieO7Plw Pearlty"I think it just became random babble after a while..."Sometimes free flowing thought is poetry/pose at its best mirage29I LOVE how you 'matched' this music to your writing. Wow! Nice folding-in of current events, with past lore, with the gods of Change all Activating their parts in all of it!!! -- interspersed!Nice Job :thumbup:
The clowns descended on Washington D.CThey come as peace makersIn the name of the Holy sonsGanesha, Horus, Christ, Krishna"My mother shall not cry!"Kalki charges upon his horseLike Thor at Ragnerock He blows his hornTo summon the strength of NarasimhaHis fourth incarnationShiva rises tooWith gentle downcast eyesAs his Parvati weeps"My Mother does not know you!" Cries the little pirate. "My Mother weeps for you!And I will not risk her lifeIf you do pass!"Father and son look on the horizon The hurricanes are comingBut what else wicked comes this way?Vishnu whose element is fire The forests around the Gods burn to his rageManipura to North KoreaHas become its prideWhich will consume the world. Queen Anne looks to her brother"Hold me George, I've lost my third boy."He does so in brotherly embraceBut within the wallsWhispers of incest comeMen bent on powerCannot see a Mother's pain. For who but George BoleynDid bring Luther to England?Threatening them all...The incarnations, the story'sThey play out as one now in the tenthAs the earth moves to the fifth dimension,Vishnu finds the headAfter losing his own to Sharabha Shiva's incarnation who didTo stop Narasimha's rage Which would destroy the earthBehead him as such,And yet, for the Castratii, the orgies and the corruptionRome stands still.Kurma, the Goth PiratePartially succeeded his quest as the fourthThe Leo-rising George Boleyn,In the year of our Lord; 1533.But who enslaves this world?But, they who sit in Vatican City?Rises Nero, rises Rodrigoand I marvel at my baby boyBut rises Hitler tooAnd still I marvel at my boyBut I am in aweAs Edward TeachThe black bearded scoundrelFollowing in the footsteps of TristanWho is the second incarnation of VishnuSpain fears himBritain fears himThe Colonies fears himFrance fears himAnd the Carribean tooHe and his ship: The Queen Anne's RevengeAnd who did join him?But, Anne Bonnie and Mary ReidWho are sometimes the daughterssometimes the sons of VishnuAs Luva and KushaOne cannot live in basicalitiyWithout red, orange, and yellow"Hold steady Boys!" Shouts BlackbeardThe flames rise from his beardAs Vishnu's rage unfurlsAnd as Brahma envies and grievesThe sea shakes the ship uneasilyAnd as Shiva turns his headThe winds of Shakti rain and howl"My Black Caesar!" Yells TeachFrom a ghostly green fogEmerges the great Nigerian PirateWho escaped all slave tradersFrom Ethiopia, Portugal, Britain And even his ownTo betray so easily for the powerWestern money promises. Fooled by noneHe turns from a tawny haired Celtic PrinceMurdered by CatusTo an old simple-minded King, hands foldedRocking to and froHe turns to a sickly boy-PrinceMarried to CatalinaKnown to the Indians as GangaAnd then comes Smeaton the Minstrel Naradha, the son of BrahmaSharabha took Vishnu's devotee with himAnd Kali accepted defeat
Sometimes free flowing thought is poetry/pose at its best
Nice folding-in of current events, with past lore, with the gods of Change all Activating their parts in all of it!!! -- interspersed!
Nice Job :thumbup:
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