Back Door

Once upon a time, there was a Cold War.

Then there wasn’t.

So now you can trust us.

How?

Prove your Trust by letting us protect your data.

Let bygones be bygones.

Signed Kapersky.

Hack investigation closed.

Signed

The Doors.

I’m a backdoor man.

*Five Trick Kings*

Five trick kings.  With a ring on a wing of an eagle prayer flies through the window of the doors of perception. And the mirror of illusion that leads to a Kingdom of Kings. Forty years and 20 spears lead to one King.  A King with two rings for the second time around. He circles an eight of five lives. Then drives and arrives alive to a valley on a mountain in the dells of things unknown.  But once shown alone will shake the universe to the bone.  The tone of the telephone scathed with barbed wire scratches the ears they ease drop.  The Czar awaits revulsion. But the compulsion of grit sit upon the throne of the Sought.  Measurements are attached to the latch of the coffins.  Play for blood,  that’s just my game. And so, it begins again. The Sand of the hour, counts, then pronounces the end of the time and beginning of  being the circle love. As the five kings duplicate the zero of Nero.

RGH

12/14/2020

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Groovy Situation

Lights arise and delight and fly

We are going to change the world.

Starting tonight

Right now.  With one word.

One little groovy word.

I’m tired of feeling hollow.

Groovy that’s the word.

But we’re just going to cut to chase.

Just name everyone Groovy.

No numbers except a Groovy one.

 Is that Groovy or what?

Nice to meet you Groovy.

This is so weird.

And you  won’t believe me.

But my name is Groovy.

Isn’t that Scooby Doobie Super Groovy.

And this are my  kids Groovy, Groovier  and Grooviest.

This little one here’s just newborn and his name is no name groovy.

That is so Groovy. 

Peace, love and chicken grease groovy.

Nice to meet you.

My pleasure Groovy.

Heaven really is Groovy.

@purplehayes

12-13-2020

Wrong Song

I wrote a song for the throng!

And everyone sang along.

Sang the wrong song.

I must be listening wrong.

To the throng.

As they sing my wrong song.

The Long song for the throng!

Then it happened for the throng.

They started to sing along again to the song.

The throng sang the long wrong song.

Along with the song that was wrong.

You are so wrong.

RGH

12-9-2020