The RisingSun Post

The Louisiana Purchase' was a movement in the early 1800's--that originated in New Orleans. The vision was to create a utopia' in the heart of North America-- for the betterment of mankind. Here in 2015, the revolution has re-manifested itself--- as forces are on the move to reclaim this lost territory. 

                                                                                                                    It's a magical world' in flight,                                                           A calm place no need' to fight.                                                           So much to do-- what's next,                                                           Let it come to you-- stay flex.                                                           The moment is filled with treasures,                                                           What is you pleasure.                                                           Can't shake' the nervousness,                                                           Slow down' and enjoy the bliss.                                                           The unseen, that makes everything work,                                                           Tap into this state, and lerk.  

                                                                                                      War drums bang to the beat' of chaos,                                                      Labor unfolds to the greed' of a boss.                                                     Sour-faced stares-- add to the blight,                                                     Loud-mouth sinners-- stir up a fight.                                                     Mainstream-matrimony-- to get paid,                                                     Lustful-love-- to get laid.                                                     A strong economy, is but a lie,                                                     Life of debt, until you die.                                                     Turn against your fellow neighbor--- to get ahead,                                                     Only the strong survive--- now he's dead.                                

A man walks into a psychiatrist's office, wearing nothing but plastic wrap. The shrink says, "Well, I can clearly see your nuts."

                                                                                                    What will the subconscious- have on que,                                                    A storybook tale- look for the the clue.                                                    Sleeping brings a dream-like state,                                                    No boundaries its a great-escape.                                                    People of unknown, and people I know,                                                   The mystic narrative, with a mystic glow.                                                    Awake I become-- to remember the lines,                                                   What does it mean-- was it divine.