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Welcome to mickburr.com the official home of the RWO where we say, "Bow down to King Jesus who is the king of kings and lord of lords  to all who oppose us." s

 

                                                 The Mental Crocodile

 

                                                               by

 

                                                     David Burr

 

        Deep within the swamp of your mind,

 

        As you began to turn the page,

 

        You will look for new ways to control your rage.

 

        As you search for forgiveness of your every transgression,

 

        You realize that you have been lost in a deep depression.   

 

        You search everywhere for someone to forgive you so,

 

        As you live in a pit-a black hole of great woe.

 

        You are drowning in the waters of the minister of time,

 

        As you are searching for the one who's numbers are 7 and 9.

 

        As you are wondering about the dimensions in which you are visible,

 

        As you are pondering the different dimensions in which you are miserable.

 

        You are hungry and you don't find any need for being finicky,

 

        As you pondering if we are living in a world of super symmetry.

 

        You are weak and you are weary,

 

        and you make an inquiry about the string theory.

 

        You are in a swamp and it is hot and not mild,

 

        As you find a way to water and grow your inner child.

 

        As you see yourself having a vision of a lizard,

 

        as you ponder the meaning of your inner wizard.

 

        And someone says, "you ought to find a way to sit and kill your rage for a while, "

 

        As you find a way to kill your mental crocodile.

 

 

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Where to Find Us:

                                         The Boy and the Swamp

 

                                                        by

 

                                               David Burr

 

 

      Deep within the great swamp it is insane.

 

      It goes up to the astroplane.

 

      In this swamp there lives a boy,

 

      He has food he can savor

 

      He has primitive conditions and rage, like an alligator.

 

      If he were in ahouse he would take the stairs,

 

      But inside this swamp there are snakes and rats,

 

      As if anyone cares.

 

      in this swamp there is nothing but time,

 

      As this boy sucks on a lime.

 

      everything around him is making him want to ball his fist,

 

      As he ponders around the confines of his collective conciousness.

 

      He wonders if the swamp is a consequence of his bad behaviour,

 

      as his Dad reaches in his pocket,

 

      and remembers to give his wife a ring that she can savor.

 

      the boy looks around and his lip does quiver,

 

      As he asks his Dad, "What can a boy do in a swamp when he gets bigger?"

 

      His Dad says, "Look inside your ID

 

      That will be your victorys bid."

 

      The boy began to wonder why he is here.

 

      When suddenly a wizard did appear.

 

      Now, this wizard was trying to keep him trapped in the swamp,

 

      But on the wizards foot the boy did stomp.

 

      Now, this is a delicate mixture,

 

      The wizard, you see, represents our capacity for self deception,

 

      And our inner trickster.

 

      The boys parents called to him and said,

 

      "Son you have to take a stand.

 

      You have to burn this swamp down and be a man.

 

      You see the reality of the swamp is as follows:

 

      Look inside your head and you will see,

 

      That a swamp is all that it will be.

 

      And as surely as I sing this song,

 

      Your swamp is your mind all along."

 

      So the boy grapped a knife and began to play like a clown,

 

      He took some matches and burnt the swamp down.

 

      His parents came to him and said,

 

      "Son your name is Sid,

 

      You are your inner child,

 

      and you became a man within the confines of your ID.

 

      We are your parents not by default,

 

      since you burnt the swamp down you became an adult.

 

      Look within yourself, it isn't hard to find,

 

      You will always find freedom when you meditate within the swamp of your mind.

 

      You are a true master sage,

 

      As you have learned to guide your crocodile rage."

 

                                     the end

 

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sarasota, FL 34232


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