Money - Money - Money

Money, Money, Money.

Money, money, money.
This word I hear you say.
Is the root of all that’s evil,
and that we’ll buy judgment day.

It’s true of course, it’s been abused.
Just the way religion’s used.
But just as there are holy men,
who only want what’s right.
So, there are philanthropists
who wield financial might.

They don’t ask for glamour.
They don’t ask for fame.
But they are very happy,
to be bankers in lifes game.

We all start as pawns,
but if we get right through.
We can become the White Kings Knight,
and be lifes bankers too.

If you see money as evil,
what I suggest you do.
Is look into the mirror,
and see who looks at you.

Do you see the Black Knight,
with eyes for lust and greed ?
Or the milk of human kindness,
of which mankind can feed ?

Don’t be afraid of money.
It’s lifes eternal honey.
It puts the icing on the cake.
When the sacrifice for love you make.

Life pays us back with high rewards,
if we can strike the vital chords.
That’s why the music world is strong.
They have the chord in every song.
When we buy the peaceful day.
The music world will pay the way.

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The Catcher In The Rye - WHY?

WHY ?

`The Catcher In The Rye`
caught Mark Chapmans eye.
Pulled from death in ’77.
Thought the plan was hatched in heaven.

He read the book, and then could see,
the shape of his own destiny.
But he didn’t read through the childs eye,
and he answered the call
of the Black Bishops cry.

He felt the guilt, and felt the shame.
He was now a part of the Black Kings game.
He had the perfect cover.
He was every childs brother.
But a wiser child than he,
would read the book,
and surely see.

`The Catcher In The Rye`
is in our own minds eye.
The `catcher` is the White Kings man.
Try to be him if you can.
You catch a child with love, and care.
You never harm a single hair.

As we are all children
in the White Kings eyes,
we should never learn the word `despise`.
If we feel we have to fight and kill.
Then we’re acting out the Black Kings will.

I hope Mark will appreciate,
before he entered the Black Kings gate.
He learned to spell the word `despise`
and is glorified in the Black Kings eyes.

All the time he’s of our kind,
he has the chance to clear his mind.
Appreciate the word of love,
and help the man he sent above.

`The Catcher In The Rye`
was written for the childs eye.
It helps the childs mind to see
the glory of lifes mystery.

Chapman saw the broken dream,
coincidence, and fate.
But he didn’t understand
how to interpret hate.

Honesty, trust, and loyalty,
are three main words that he should see.
They guide us to appreciate
the power of love
in the White Kings gate.

If we all act in this way,
the `phoneys` will come out to play.
The game of `catch me if you can`
will be a part of the Black Kings plan.

Remember, lemmings play this game.
Your game could end up just the same.
Don’t chase them,
because you know,
It’s over the cliff that they will go.

Instead, why not play `hide and seek`.
On their own,
they’re very weak.
The power of love is on your side.
The `phoneys` ?
well they cannot hide.

They cannot feed on love you see.
So true love is our destiny.
Read the stories through childs eyes,
and never learn the word `despise`.

P. Moring.

A Tribute To J.D Salinger who died 27/01/2010

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The Game Of Life.

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What are we ? I hear you cry,
as you see another die.

Why do we fight ?
Why do we hate ?
Do we have the answer ?
Is it all too late ?

If you recognise these thoughts as yours.
Do you run and hide behind closed doors ?

The truth is there,
as it should be.
As plain as day,
for all to see.

When you’re hiding all alone,
you’ve got the time to ponder.
Play the noble game of chess,
allow your mind to wonder.

Black meets white, and white must win.
Portray the black as every sin.
The game of life is just beginning.
The ultimate aim in life,
is winning.

You’re just a pawn, small and weak,
but if you use your cunning.
You know that it is possible,
to start the black force running.

If you look down from above,
all forces must be equal.
But if the black is every sin,
it must not be successful.

The game of chess is just ideal
when finding peace of mind.
As every figure on the board,
is there for you to find.

The rook is all the higher ground,
beaurocracy and life.
It’s jealousy and envy.
Lifes trouble, and its strife.

The knight is all the armies,
the laws that are unjust.
Weave your way through all of these.

The knight is also lust.

Then we find the bishop.
A strong, protective man.
As every man is guilty,
you are no worse than he.

Guilty is now neutralised,
as he must surely see.
The queen in all her beauty,
a wonder to behold.

This mother nature we call earth.
Her secrets never told.

Call her heaven, or call her hell.
The choice is yours,
you can now tell.

Threaten her with violence.
Threaten her with sin.
If this is the black queen,
she will let you in.

But I beg you,
look into the eye,
of the mushroom of the atom.

Oblivion is what you’ll see.
The home of the Black King.
Dark, dark eternity.

Now call her heaven.
Call her love.
Thank her for the sky above.

Play the music she longs to hear.
Read the books that make life clear.

Live life for love,
rich, or poor,
and she will open her secret door.

I can’t describe what you will find.
Behind the door of the beautiful mind.
But if you can imagine a heaven-on-earth.
Then you have witnessed,
the worlds re-birth.

Next time you cry,
Oh no, why me ?
think about lifes destiny.

You’re playing chess, every day.
One false move,
you’re on your way.

It’s easy to be lazy.
To think we needn’t bother.
We’re doing what the Black King wants.

OBLIVION IS FOREVER!!

Pete.

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The Song Of Life

The Song of Life


The Song of Life plays gently
in the background of our mind.
It has the chord, the message too
to make life great, for me and you.

So soft that we don't hear a sound.
The Song of Life is so profound.

The 'lost chord' many call it,
and they search both high and low.
If only they were made aware
that it's in their own 'life glow'.

Our DNA has rhythm,
and our heart, a perfect beat.
The Song of Life played gently
makes our time on Earth complete.

When the 'Chord of Life' is filtered,
when it doesn't play so pure.
The Song of Life skips a beat
and now we're not so sure.

Listen to your conscience
and you'll hear it playing there.
The sound of truth and honesty
invites us all,
to love,
and care.

Music is your life force,
deny it if you dare.
Deny the love of music
and your life's now stark and bare.

The Song of Life plays gently
in the background of your time.
That time, so precious and so rare,
is yours to give, and yours to share.

Sing along and dance with joy.
It's a stimulus for girl and boy.
But drink and drugs?
No-No not here.
Your 'conscience' tells you 'very' clear.

Deny it all you might,
you know it's right.
As you sit in silence all alone,
the Song of Life
makes the truth be known.

Our DNA has rhythm,
and our heart, a perfect beat.
The Song of Life played gently
makes our time on Earth complete.

Pete.

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It's Just An Illusion Baby.

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It's Just An Illusion Baby


It's just an illusion baby,
I thought you knew.
It's just an illusion baby,
This World so blue.

The stars in the sky.
The air we breath too.
It's just an illusion baby.
I thought you knew.

Our brain is just the hard-drive,
of a miniscule computer.
So small and so invisible,
I thought you knew.

Every vision that we see
on our computer screen,
is made up of just two digits.
I thought you knew.

Those images - magnificent,
that flash infront of you.
They're just an illusion baby,
I thought you knew.

Each word you type.
Each mouse-click too.
Instructions from the hard drive.
I thought you knew.

Life is just 'The World Of Warcraft'
being played out just for you.
To teach you all life's lessons.
I thought you knew.

'The Game Of Life' has a mind of it's own.
God's own hard-drive we've been shown.
It's just an illusion baby.
Now you Know.


Pete.

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