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Wednesday, April 24, 2013


Migration
William Dewey Loudermilk


Forever moving onward, no time to sit still; 
Surfing for infinity through time’s window sill
Shiny marbles made of light, millions more are well out of sight
Eyes meet across a crowded room, absorbing into a vacuum
The Milky Way is such a treat, but 1000 points of light litter the street

I hope we aren’t the only chance!
Can we prove our intelligence?
Destroying all we’ve been given,
in our attempts to build Heaven!


We rape and clear and tear asunder, hope for the future I must wonder
Acres and acres of nature’s splendor have been paved under
All is built from the blue-print plans, but is it defamation to the land?
Is it too late to save our host, or is she in her death throes?

Why do we try to be so coy
When all we are is just someone’s toy?
We need to celebrate all our gifts,
Join me now for our daily spliff!

If we are part of Generation X, are Y and Z all that are left?
Will time continue on, or is 2012 a new dawn?
What do we need to be ready to line up with the heart of the galaxy?
Learn and perform a new set of chores, and Please Use the Evolving Door!!!

Round and Round and Round we’ll go
Where we’ll end up Heaven knows
But the calling is in my bones
It is time to migrate on

As those forces destroy our nation, let’s prepare for a mass migration
Mutate yourself inside the cocoon by consciously entering your mind’s womb
Don’t let your soul get captured! Awaken your Light Body for the Rapture!
What if we all made that choice, and dampen all the destructive noise?

Would it change the score?
And eliminate the need for war?
Let us prove our love
And open up to the true heaven above!

Now here’s a game for your mind: really, really think about time!
To the ancient world time was a cycle, or maybe more accurately it was a spiral
So consciousness will surely live on, past 2012’s new dawn
A cycle or spiral means we’ve been here before, so Please Use the Evolving Door

Round and Round and Round we’ll go
Where we’ll end up Heaven knows
But the calling is in my bones
It is time to migrate on

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