layout: post title: "'tis Avalon, so morning has now broken." date: '2017-07-31T16:08:00.000-07:00' author: Adam M. Dobrin tags: modified_time: '2017-10-14T05:30:34.274-07:00' thumbnail: http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zrix6cjxn3I/WX-4WUV3KbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/E0ImrtGiElUpBpoOnpnk_ZLCocSgkdFLgCK4BGAYYCw/s72-c/You-Are-Here-300x211-789189.jpg blogger_id: tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758503587102933296.post-9071197541764196131 blogger_orig_url: ./2017/07/avalon-so-morning-has-now-broken.html

don't spoil the surprise eaddring...

tiny pieces of me strewn across time and space

in a place called "N or you be nothing" you'll find my fine "mead" and the key

the land of "J or you are slime" holds even more of the lore

but you'd never know what those letters mean if wasn't for the land of Nod

that's here and now--this place that houses the DOD and NORAD

am, and I come again; so the story goes, so I've heard

who knew Plantation was a city with a commandment to draw a new tattoo

and Lauderdale, a message about turning "dark to right"

quantile, quartile, saxatile... forgive me; I can't forget erectile

from me to me, this place called Miami, with a hospital called Sinai

from me to you, a story never told; but you are bound to see with your own eyes

in the land of "Earth gypt" yet another record of the three of me

Adam, Peter and the guy with the eye--that's what you'll find

versatile, "to see" what me calls he

so plain to see, if you've read the message; if you've tried to understand

that this place was built for our now, for this moment in time again

to help walk from the abyss, an ark lost at sea, to help us all find dry land

and yet you still don't understand, what's holding you back is "n"

hostile, I never wanted to be

it's all about technology, maybe a little bit of psychology

from carpenters, a masterful craft building a city out of music

to walk from the stage to the ground to the sky in one day

you've all heard the song, you know I am not wrong

if this is futile, you have no key

From Jericho to New Jersey, and the key to a girls heart

it's nothing much, just a letter, just the answer IB Y

it's not hard to figure out, it's why the spark, why light is freedom

whether by hand, or "day" himself; it works because I stay

in tennessee, x inch nails, nintendo, and see a trinity

the e q ui no x approaches the fertile valley

in the word "crescent" a ship to the key to little old me

right between "carriage return" and "enterprise"

ten... nine... eight is the number of "see neptune"

and the fi n al countdown is complete

Dr. Who is on first, you know... "what" is this plan, et now I know:

cos tell o, do sc.

K.

A long long time ago, a man became a God and outlawed human sacrifice

it was such a big accomplishment that it made it into the annals of history

hidden away in the records of the Pharoah's for none but me to see

today I stand before you, with a planet to build heaven in a matter of minutes

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it's more than ending terrorism and senseless murder, more than ending rape

it's more than ending hidden slavery, more than you could imagine

even more than a small step for democracy, a giant leap

more than annihilating starvation, more than that

they may say that Rome wasn't built in a day, but...

in your hands, the plan is in your hands.

snap your fingers.

and what will the future say of ma we?

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Saxulisa inyeadds "nwon" ... or is it "fun"

HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND

I've come to "chat" with with you again

as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

fear no evil

for I am beside myself.

and he walked on the sky, and he waded in the holy sea

with renewed purpose and a drive nobody could halt

he told the world things they had never before seen

a force of light, aided by an undying love of salt

speaking of might and magic, of a happy ending assured

the earth shook, the angels sang, and one very loud bell, it rang

a hammer delivered a lion's deror, and lo and behold, the people heard

'twas walls of water, hiding the door, the endless dreams of "mor"

heroes and heroines spoke questions in hidden metaphor

deep inside even he wondered what was in store

apologies not yet due, for "hello from the other side"

stories dated, for this house sat in a valley

yes you are, bring us together

Yeshua, I'm waiting...

barely a whisper, "the the"

Who?

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