Disconnected

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    Disconnected
    I stay above the clouds just to walk amongst these earthly beings
    Keep my eyes closed look through the all seeing
    Lost in the wilderness 3rd eye focused on being human being
    I feel alone
    My higher technology keep me in a zone
    Tornado cyclone illuminated battle zone
    Glass houses and we through stones amongst the planets
    Only dealing with 8, erase Pluto introduce the madness
    Cerebral acrobatics mental time traveler
    I post up in distant galaxy's debating theories, hypocrisy to many inconsistencies
    Lust for the devils pastries
    walk the trapeze of life subliminal brotherhood of light
    Processed life for the time inside the crystal...
    Disconnected from the physical they contaminated the ritual
    I'm dealing with longitude and latitude jet fuel and parachutes
    Angels and Demons Martians and Sentinels
    The locals have cut me loose
    They never seen revolution at this magnitude
    They move in circles i move in obtuse with loose screws at 100 miles per hour
    Apocalyptic wastelands metaphysical powers
    Fields of dead flowers everyday the final hour
    cant relate to the followers
    Disconnected

    by TheLastPoet

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    MB commented on Disconnected

    09-07-2009

    This is powerfulllll. I like the metaphors. Are you an artist of rap. Hit me up.
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    lainky commented on Disconnected

    08-21-2009

    Very deep and mind provoking. Skips around a bit with a thought. On line 7 is that supposed to be "we THROW stones amongst the planets?"
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    TheLastPoet

    09/07/2009

    yes it was..Thanks!

    FiloRozzell commented on Disconnected

    03-25-2009

    Yes my man, I feel your distance. Good Stuff..
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    mspoetris commented on Disconnected

    03-18-2009

    Devils love us humans-we're sweet like custard filled éclairs. This was very good,and way too deep for many to comp- rehend.
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    litldeer commented on Disconnected

    03-18-2009

    this should have been rated a 10. this was incredible. I love the way you used your works. Keep writing!
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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