At Sun...a Poem
At Sun: Twinkle, Twinkle, Eyes at Sun...
Twinkle, Twinkle, little stars,
How I WONDER whose you Are's,
Up Above the Sky so High,
Just Like GOD,
In mine eye.
- My First Poem
Patti Gustav Xaviers, Age 2
Lots of Mine Nerve....
Could you EVER POSSIBLY GUESS who "I" was in HIS story? I wasn't a star....I wasn't a tree...
Here is a picture of LITTLE OLD ME:
Anyone else can START THERE...I started under the OCEAN...guess that called: EVE O LOTION...Hydrogen Peroxide.
That means "Prejudice." I was a SWAM - ME. That makes JUSTICE. Hence, while, I claimed the MAGIC WAND.
To ALL Peep Holes:
That means: God's Pupils. If you got the RIGHT You-Know-Who...else it's OUT THE BLACK HOLE for YOU. - Love, God.
You Figure it Out...
Remember Your Blinky Headlights:
Dead People CANNOT blinky, blinky, flutter and sparkly their EYES...Eyes WIDE OPEN and BLINKY, BLINKY, BLINKY (YOUR EYES)...but don't PANIC. Worse comes to worse you just DO stinky, stinky, stinky. Don't forget your DIAPERS!
White Cotton - Always the Best of BOTH Worlds:
A baby diaper or a Man's underwear or a Ladies waist-high all cotton brief is always the best of Both Worlds - no matter WHAT age your PEEP-HOLE (your Eye Pupil - Relative: The Black Hole.)
* THE END *
For the MzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZzzzzzz:
Just so the MzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzzz of this World KNOW....they RELEASED "PANDORA'S BOX" on the World and All it's GOOD PEOPLE....Meanwhile, You were WORSHIPING pure UNADULTERATED EVIL...which EXISTS, but DOES NOT EXIST, on the OTHER SIDE OF TIME...THERE'S NOTHING THERE - LAWWEHS. Enjoy your trip out the black hole. Love, God.
May the Lord Bless you and Keep you, may the Lord Shine His Face Upon you and BRING "YOU" PEACE.
nasir al-mulk mosque
It's called a 'BENEDICTION.'
End of Ceremony.