Full Moon Right Tao Fading Into Zen

Howlin’ at this Full Lunar Eclipse . . . Now becoming the Moon . . . The spirited Wolves within are fighting again . . . Obi Wan Kenobi in me showcases a continuum of profane (Empire) and sacred energy (Chi) . . . But Dark Vader steroid infused Robocops feed the seductive trigger happy electricity of anger . . . I dig on the freaky folks that are mad to live-mad to love hip stray cats . . . Swingin’ good times . . . Forgotten forecast of remembering when pendulum swings back to blurred boundaries of murky polluted waters . . . 21st Century Bohemians . . . A beatnik lion roaring in the shadowy caves about unintended consequences . . . Red carpet paparazzi . . . Who stole the soul of the designer drug-white tongue on Montana . . . Madonna, just imagine BRC as yo’ daddy . . . Our polyamorous friends swear they’re living a Great Gatsby . . . Is this anarchy an escape from intimacy? . . . Forget about it, a Blue Blood’s burden is a distracted workin’ man’s blues fantasy . . . Lost Tweens On The Waterfront, where mister there’s an exit of anger and denial . . . n’ straight outta homeless nervous woodland creature energies residing in the trash while jacked up on coffee beans, ma chucka . . . Addiction is a distraction from a soul’s responsibility to wake up to our Homo Luminosity. . . Praying to an Imaginary Friend (Einstein said imagination is more important than knowledge) . . . Heeding a callback before technology overtakes our humanity . . . Virtually the brain’s same centers light up during awakened doings . . . See you on the dark side of the moon . . . Ghosts of Yesteryear’s Twilight Zones . . . The sign says stop and smell the roses brothers and sisters