Had visions and prophetic dreams lifelong. The 1984 superbowl commercial gave me the most emotional & striking ones. All I could say was: it’s all real … it’s all real.
Either way: with age I’ve learned to understand my visions better. Separate mind from others. It’s easier IRL.
Oftentimes online I’ve made comments to others that they respond with happiness about. That’s good. 😊
Below is a rewrite I did to Miss American Pie 🥧 that is mix of my real life experiences combined with “imagination” Hope you like it.
https://youtu.be/ErwS24cBZPc?si=9Q3agBTHFB_SyVNb
My American why’s
Not a very long time ago, I can still remember
How the US used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people prance
And maybe they'd be kinder for a while
But the Persian Gulf made me shiver
With every news source I’d devour
Bad news at our doorsteps
I couldn't take one more death
I can remember how I cried
When I read about Americans pride
But something changed me deep inside
The day the people chose sides
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So, why, why did Miss America die?
Told my story to The world, but The world was a lie
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye
Singin', "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"
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Did you see the looks of judge?
Did you shoot for faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in love and soul
Can humans save our morals, Bro
And can you teach me how to Breathe real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with Him
Cause I saw you preaching of the sins
We both kicked off our shoes
Then I live those chasms and views
( new lines
Well, I know that you're in love with “Ken”
Cause I saw you releasing me of my sins
We both kicked off our socks
And I remember all shades of those blues )
Always in the eyes 👀 my beloved
I was a lonely teenager humpin’ ruck
With a pink complexion & an Army Truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day my battle buddy tried
The day my battle buddy died
I started screaming', "Cry-Cry -Miss Liberty dies
Drove my Scary to The Friendly, but The Friendly was dry
Them good old boys were speaking
Freedom Inside
I was Singin', "This'll be the day that I cry
This'll be the ONE 1️⃣ day that I cry"
( transition )
Now for many years we've been on our own
And WEALTH grows fat on a spinnin’ stone
But that's not how it used to be
⏰⏳⌛️ timing though I can write a simple code to change it for all the timelines right ..:
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from Times Obscene
And a choice that came for you and me
Oh, and while the Queen was looking down
The jesters grew its horny crown
The boardroom was concerned
No perfect was discerned
And why Freedoms Bled, dumb like a Fox
Puppeteers practiced in the dark
And we watched movies in the park
The day human Kind died
(American pie lyrics repeat)
And do you have love in humans above
If the logic tells you so?
Do you believe in lock 'n' load?
Can politics save your tormented soul?
And can you PLEASE
teach me how to Breathe real slow?
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* Helter Skelter on the world shelter
* the banks flew off with a bailout schedule
Eight miles high and fallin' fast
* Rates sky high and climbing fast
It landed fowl on the grass
* It branded scowls on the class
The players tried for a forward pass
* The day traders tried for a forward mast
With the “FESTER” in the boardrooms in the past
Now, the half-time BLAIR was sweet perfume
While the PLAYBOYS played a CHARGING tune
We all got up to parlance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the SPEAKERS tried to take the field
‘Cause the PEACEMAKERS tried to take field
The marching HATE refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day HUMAN KIND died?
I started SCREAMING', "WHY WHY -Miss Liberty dies
Drove my Scary to The Friendly, but The Friendly was SLY
Them good old boys were speaking Freedom Inside
Singin', "This'll be the day that WE DIE
This'll be the day WE ALL DIE!
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Oh, and there now , we are all in one place
All Generations lost in cyberspace
With no time left to start again
So come on, Attack be nimble, Attack be quick
Attack Trolls rage on a constant uptick
* Cause hate is divisions best friend
Oh, and as I watched them on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
* My heart broke open in hopes to engage
No angel born in Hell
* No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
* Could break MISS Informations swell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
* And as the Claims climbed high into the Sites
To light the sacrificial rite
* to light the superficial spite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
* I saw Liars laughing with delight
The day the music died
* the day my free speech died
He was singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Spy"
Drove my words to The online, but The online was sly
Them good old boys were
Spittin’ shadow bans & lies
And singin', "This'll be the day that she dies
This'll be the day that ONE die"
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I met a girl who sang the blues
* I was a girl who claimed the news
And I asked her for some happy news
* And I freely gave all some happy views
But she just smiled and turned away
* But wealth just smirked and pushed me away
I went down to the sacred store
* I went down to that sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
* Where I’d known MY truth years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
* But the pain there said the humans wouldn’t stay
And in the streets, the children screamed
* and in the boards, the children dreamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
* Unkind bothers lied and the poets unseen
But not a word was spoken
* But no human word was posted
The church bells all were broken
* The brain cells all were stolen
* And the three things I admire most
* The You, Me and the We
They caught the last train for the coast
* They took the last brain for the roast
The day Human Kind died
And they were singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie"
* And they were singin’ Hi-High, Miss Love A.I.
Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry
* Drove my brainy to the Query but the Query was a lie
And Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye
* And Them good old rich were drinkin water in the sky
Singin', "This'll be the day that they die
This'll be the day that Earth dies”
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They were singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie"
* They were leaving’: “Bye, Bye Blue Marble Sky”
Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry
* Road my wealth to the rocket, where to space we will fly
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye
Singin', "This'll be the day the poor die"
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