So Put Me On An Abiotic Oily Highway & Show Me A Sign & Take It To The Fraudulent Limit One More Time...Within A Living Sepulchre Desperado Desire

Enter Once Again Upon An Abiotic Oily Highway &
Show Me A Sign & Take It To The Fraudulent Limit
One More Time...Within A Living Sepulchre Desperado Desire...
Where ever I may Roam...



Eagles - Take It to The Limit

All alone at the end of the of the evening
And the bright lights have faded to blue
I was thinking 'bout a woman who might have
Loved me and I never knew

You know I've always been a dreamer
(spent my life running 'round)
And it's so hard to change
(can't seem to settle down)
But the dreams I've seen lately
Keep on turning out and burning out
And turning out the same

So put me on a highway
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time

You can spend all your time making money
You can spend all your love making time
If it all fell to pieces tomorrow
Would you still be mine?
And when you're looking for your freedom
(nobody seems to care)
And you can't find the door
(can't find it anywhere)
When there's nothing to believe in
Still you're coming back, you're running back
You're coming back for more

So put me on a highway
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time
Take it to the limit
Take it to the limit
Take it to the limit one more time

SO DARE I SAY TO ENTER NOT!

FOR YE SADLY WILL NOT REALIZE THE ENIGMAS
HELD WITHIN NOR UNDERSTAND THE MEANINGS HIDDEN IN THE
MYSTERIES WHICH ARE SPOKEN OF IN THE DIVINE TRUTH WHICH
IS REFLECTED BACK NOW UPON THY SIGHT...FOR YOU NEITHER
HAVE THE BRAINS,HEART NOR PATIENCE TO REALIZE OR BE ABLE
TO HANDLE THAT WHICH IS TRUELY GRACED WITHIN
FOR YOUR BETTER OFF WITHOUT TRYING TO UNDERSTAND
AND ARE BEST LEFT TO YOUR OWN LITTLE REALM OF UNSAVORY QUIPS,
MINDLESS DIATRIBE & NEVER ENDING BABBLE OF NONSENSE!!
THUS TO LEAVE THESE MARVELED VERSES OF PHILISOPHICAL ACUMEN...
FOR ONLY THOSE OF DEEP UNDERSTANING
WISDOM'S GRACE & VIRTUOUS PATIENCE

As You Gladly Enter Now Into A Passionsword Arena's
Long Lost Memory's Mind Of Divine Remembrance
Hitchhiking Along Desert Highway 50, In Central Nevada...
One Of The Loneliest Desert Highway's in America...

ENTERING UPON THE DIVINE WINGS OF TIME THAT AWAITS
AMIST THE INSPIRATIONAL WINDS OF CHANGE
THAT BECKONS FORTH

A VOICE DIVINE HEARD CALLING
FROM THE HEAVENS ABOVE
OPENING STARGATE’S WINDOW
TO TIME O ONCE MORE...

When Believing The Fraudulent Lying Hype That
Oil Is A Fossil Fuel Becomes Buried In The
Truths That Shall Win Out...Finally.
Hell The Russians have Known This For A Long Time Now.
Thus...Check This Great Rense Link Out On The Subject.

Oil Is NOT A Fossil
Fuel - It Is Abiotic
By Jerry Mazza
Online Journal Contributing Writer
9-29-5
http://www.rense.com/general67/oils.htm

In Memoriam Of A Long Lonely Time Trek When Of A Long Lost...

Desperado
Authors : Henley/Frey
(by The Eagles)

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now.
Oh, you're a hard one, I know that you got your reasons,
these things that are pleasin' you can hurt you somehow.
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy,
she'll beat you if she's able,
you know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.
Now it seems to me some fine things
have been laid upon your table,
but you only want the ones that you can't get.

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger,
your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home.
And freedom, oh, freedom, well, that's just some people talkin',
your prison is walkin' through this world all alone.
Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine,
it's hard to tell the nighttime from the day.
You're losin' all your highs and lows.
Ain't it funny how the feelin' goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate.
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you.

You better let somebody love you,
you better let somebody love you
before it's too late.

And So Before We Here At Sweet Lady Liberty's Passionsword Arena
Of Independent Centrist Green Gladiaators say Our FareWells &
Thus Fade Into Black , Gladiator Zero Leaves you All With This...

I long for scenes where man has never trod,
A place where woman never smiled or wept--
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie,
The grass below--above the vaulted sky.

-John Clare (1793-1864), I am,
written while he was confined in the General Lunatic
Asylum in Northampton, where he spent about the last
third of his life... John Clare (1793 to 1864) was an English poet from rural Northamptonshire, and is now regarded as the most important English poet of the natural world. He also wrote many poems, essays and letters about love, politics, sex, poetry, corruption, environmental and social change, poverty and folk life.

Thus He also Wrote That...
"The present is the funeral of the past,
And man the living sepulchre of life."

This Sweet Lady Liberty's Passionsword Arena Blog
Is Dedicated To The Eagles & Is Also Dedicated
In Memoriam To John Clare.

One Last Memories Mind Closing Thought To Mull Over

The World we live in is a dangerous place
Not because of the evil within it
But because of those who would do nothing about it.

And on and on it goes.
And thanks to men of good will like Jerry Mazza, Dave McGowan,
Lyndon LaRouche, geologist Thomas J. Brown, and many others,
for their knowledge, their courage, and their guiding light.
Those Who Would Try & Enlighten Others & Do Something About It!
So I Shall Be...

Whereever I may roam
(Metallica)

...and the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need

...and with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will

But I'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll redefine anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home

...and the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I've grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one

...and my ties are severed clean
The less I have the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign
Rover, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will

But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll never mind anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home

But i'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind
And I'll take my find anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home

Carved upon my stone
My body lie, but still I roam
Wherever I may roam

So Fade Now To "put me on a highway & show me a sign
& take it to the limit one more time"...Within A Living
Sepulchre Desperado Abiotic Oil-Slicked Highway Black