If only there were Angels (last poem)

To quote Buzz Lightyear, aka, Aldrin, he was an astronaut


to whom went to the moon, and met a flock of Angles, whom sang him a tune...


they told him he would light a match, and down would be his journey let alone his future...


and while they were watching him from the hilltop, that's a quote, he light a match in space...


because NASA signs them agnostic, so he lied and only said don't come back to the moon,


and in every location a watcher would exist according to the Bible, a military base now exists...


maybe it has something to do with the omission of genocide from a platter sent to Heaven,


seems to me, discovering is dangerous, when on the other side of brass baller's path...


but with a discovery and challenge to the Heavens a new Utopia could bee born,


if only they could kill the boss and claim a planet like mars, not for sale...


when up or down is the only option, murderers escape and elude there punishments,


seems to me, the constitution sells pts is aok although unsolved what did thou shall not do...


blatantly overriding everything from human flesh sales to section 230 and more violence,


seems to me, if your superpower and commander and chief are marionette puppets,


as I'm false idol free souling that to bee free, you just have to know one thing three letters strong...


G o d is capital G and an o and d but exclamation point and period, its end of story for me,


dedicated to zeke, some lost soul, whom reviews me, and probably votes, can you'


even count to three???









Signed, meta check


non linear gifter and mensa


just hurled a street lamp



hows my clarity let alone frequency


seems, he told me to work on my clarity


the first 3 i posted, either won contests,



or were double digit-er favorites




but you keep telling me to continue




and make mistakes with no corrections,





I told you not to flock with me'






such a nice welcome mat manipulating the middle








sorry I have to go do yet another magazine shoot, and im not welcome here







this is called extending an olive branch, how did it taste, its posterior humorous







never-mind, I'm going elsewhere







every message negative,










heavens not for everybody, just not ewe, non linear gifter published mensa









someones aok with me, i go, where its friendly







your playing football







duke nukem.





notes: writing closed captions for my tv show was sure fun, later skaters, seems, I'm not welcome nor taught here, glad, no refunds probably.