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doubling up for the doppelgänger
replete with shadow, we duel
for our dualities, assuming stances
based upon dances flashing across
a yin mind and then again the yang
bang! bang! bang! we clash in
titanic display as if warding off evil
the d'evil within subjected to an end
when and then again we portend
to defend our presence upon earth's end
to begin once again our trueness under
the blueness of this, our matter-world sky
never to deny that which lies deep inside
mind's tom-foolery.. an unnecessary war
for some thing... those damn things
perpetually rings uncalled for at unwanted
times in their struggle to be recognized
by the dualistic eyes staring uncaring daring
even the best of the we/me ours to see
the sea... the sea in turmoil lashing at the soil
son's of beaches littered with the waves licking
ticking, mimicking, gimmicking the mind's desire
on fire to suppress the opponent within.

but fearlessly El Dopple the Guapo is but an
ego-life subdued, dude, into remission to regain
recognition of it's doppelgänger mission -
submission of the vision of this in-my-face
transmission of duality duality duality at duel
with each other until the smother of one or the
other rises from the ashes strewn across the
face of reality only to continue to live within
without consent of the opposition recognition
television dreams cut short by the snake-oil
needs boiling up between the temporal frontal
lobes, globes set in motion like hurricane oceans
stirred by the heat of passions on fire within waters
lounging peacefully until the blows of winds suck
the joy out of the calm... the bomb explodes
mind implodes, thought erodes leaving rubble
to crack the bubble of insistence of resistance
fear of change run loose in the pockets of thieves
relieving others of their own secrets hidden, now
ridden of such sunken treasures no longer buried
but now harried across the palms of currencies
slowing the Tao until the next passage carries me
to the shores of mystery defined by a cloudless mind
i just may find the dreaded doppelgangers dobblegang
in a badlands scenario plotting the next getaway
in hopes that Roy Rogers doesn't stop 'em.

cecil
02 september 2007

Eyedentify it and let it pass through the meditative sieve ..or call it up and find it's root....either way it's knowing whats' real...

complicated text! duels among cowboys and compadritos?
I guess I´m more from the western spaghetti era and the tv series than from Roy Rogers times...!
thanks for the stream, Ceci!!!
saludos,

Arcadia

wonderful, cec
my next project is to record a rap version of this piece
do I have your release?

It's got a beat like echoes of the desert. I love this.

stay tuned

artguy - knowing what's real gets extinguished from that duel with duality.. no quality in those odds when we know the truth. Thx!

Arcadia - I guess that means it does not translate well into espanol de Argentina..? mas que los duels within - shoot outs at the yin/yang corral (another americanism). Gracias, mi amiga!

L'Rod - do it to it... snare it share it... i approve the move! Thx, Tex! I appreciate it...

Please Please do it L'Rod

Thanks for the stram Cecil.