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    Frail Mask

    by Rippah

    My eyes are as windows to my bodily space.
    I gaze out on a theater of human form.
    Light armor of frail masquerade lives
    Are carved from birth with cosmetic knives.
    I'm swept away from the eye of another,
    Turning away to the fabric cover.
    I'm so fond of materiality,
    That I lose sight of my mortality.

    And I can't stop thinkin' that
    I feel so attached to terrestrial materiality,
    That I lose sight of my human mortality.

    I'm admiring my costume in Plato's cave,
    And clinging to masks that drift in with the tide.
    As I polish the links of my platinum chain,
    I yearn for the free cloud who knows no pain.
    This is the script of the worldly sage.
    Pause from the chase of the costume stage.
    Beneath the mask of our insanity.
    Pull back the veil on humanity.

    Flirting with romantic love to escape
    In a western world with Freud in a cape.
    We fill her closet with costumes to save,
    As I re-cut my suit for a future cave.
    And the warmth that I live to insulate
    Is lost while fearing to graduate.
    As part of the lesson, I'm fed more pain
    When my earthly lover cuts the chain.

    • On a scale of 1 to 10, the Great American Song Contest rated Frail Mask: 10 for Imagery/Poetics & 10 for Originality.
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    Freak When See

    by Rippah

    Mantra, Mushroom, Meditate,
    Hypnotize, Acupuncture and Dream State.
    These are the methods that humans use
    To disconnect from soap opera blues.
    I tune into this frequency,
    What I think, that's all I see.
    Like a radio wave to a satellite dish,
    I imagine my life just as I wish.

    I'm a freak when seen by you.
    Imagination comin' through.
    I'm a frequency of channel earth
    Tuned to this planet of my birth.

    What we call fact, its not the truth.
    Subconscious knowing, I lost in my youth.
    We turn to death with fascination;
    Changing the frequency's incarnation.
    We're convinced these walls are real,
    But my body is all I feel.
    Spirit has no limiting boundary.
    Through all dimensions, I travel free.

    TV's where the world's taught,
    Remote control creating thought.
    People at night tune into the news.
    Corruption, violence, singin' the blues.
    To heal the planet, peace is the cure.
    We have the power to paint the picture.
    Paint me black or paint me white.
    We're all one energy, let's not fight.

    • On a scale of 1 to 10, the Great American Song Contest rated FreakWhenSee: 10 for Originality.
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    Looking for Yourself

    by Rippah


    Your search for love, it remains the same
    As you see your girl through a picture frame.
    In your shadow, her flower can't spring,
    All dressed up in your diamond ring.
    It's not her self that you know.
    She just fits the script of your gallery show.
    There is no page where you love her,
    When you cast her as your storybook cover.

    So open your window to her love.
    Give her the space to fly with the dove.
    Close the door, and she will not stay.
    Love is true when you give it away.
    No, you can't find love,
    When you're looking for yourself.

    As you draw this sweetheart into your drama,
    She becomes an extension to your persona.
    While your ego stands there ten feet tall,
    She's left in the dark where your shadows fall.
    Coloring her heart is the point of your game;
    As you feed your amusement and your fame.
    This dream role you expect of her
    It's not a potion that she did stir.

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    Hologram Theater

    by Rippah

    Through a telescope we pry our eye,
    Searching around the nuclei.
    But new technology cannot find
    Anything solid of our kind.
    Searching through the atom's space,
    Science can only find a trace.
    Like a grain of sand in the Astrodome,
    We can't find what we come from.

    In your world when you're all alone
    There's a vision that you can be shown.
    Your traveling spirit does discover
    A distant drama of mortal cover.
    Like the mother awoke in a blaze of dreamin'
    Phoned her daughter frantically screamin'
    From a thousand miles mom could discern
    Her child's house was beginning to burn.

    There's such a big zone of the in-between,
    Perhaps my dream has really seen
    Something else inside the atom
    That my conscience cannot fathom.
    So I tune in to my energy.
    And turn the dial of my frequency.
    Then I clearly begin to see
    Another layer of reality.

    If all the world's a hologram,
    Who's to say where I really am?
    As I see myself within another,
    The world's my mirror undercover,
    Exposing the theater of my intention,
    A drama I choose for my retention.
    Spirits parading around in a mask,
    Revealing the vision of my life task.

    • On a scale of 1 to 10, the Great American Song Contest rated Hologram Theater: 10 for Originality.
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    Forest Hood

    by Rippah

    If I were a tree in the forest today,
    I'd drink the rain that fell over me.
    And take a breath of the breeze on my leaves.
    The owl comes to me where he is free.
    Free to fly adrift in the cradle.
    As I sway, I sway in the rhythm.

    So won't you help me my human brother?
    Don't you know that we need each other?
    To breathe...

    And my good friend is the dark cloud.
    I live for the day that cloud breaks open
    When the rain falls, I reach for the sky.
    I want to get high, real high up in the sky.

    But my love for the rain is not the same.
    My human brother, you kicked out the mother.
    I try to get high; no ozone in the sky.
    Hungry saws cry, and soon I will die.

    • On a scale of 1 to 10, the Great American Song Contest rated Forest Hood: 10 for Originality.
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    Up In Smoke

    by Rippah

    Hey there Earthman, don't be a bloke.
    Stop lighting the place all up in smoke,
    If we keep burning up on the outside.
    Soon there will be no place to hide.
    I'm not talkin' about Cheech & Chong,
    But giving the gift of the drone bomb.

    The pressure is building up in this place.
    The bell is tolling for the human race.
    Before we shed our next layer of skin,
    We have a chance to begin again.
    There is an answer in our collective mind.
    What is the path of human kind?

    There is a world where can be friends.
    So treat me now as you would do then.
    And take this time that we have been given
    Let's live on earth like we are in heaven.

    Killing the man to keep the price low.
    Get us more junk and forget the M.O.
    Now is our chance to be true to the light.
    Will we be real and play our cards right?
    On our path my earthly man,
    If we walk together, I know that we can.

    We clearly see when we're turning away,
    We're creeping closer to our final day.
    Lately the bell has been ringing out-loud.
    Can we rise up and out of our cloud?
    We're checking out when we need to check in.
    Will we be good to our next of kin?

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    Garden of Eden

    by Rippah

    The Good Book wants us to believe
    We started out as Adam and Eve.
    It was there in the Garden of Eden,
    Mankind would begin his breedin'.
    When Eve saw the forbidden apple,
    The serpent scared her from the chapel.

    Adam and Eve took that frightful bite,
    And walked into the dark of night.
    Adam and Eve thought they could rule;
    And their paradise would still be cool.
    But when Adam tilled the garden soil,
    He discovered the black magic oil.
    Petroleum made the fortunate rich,
    But left other creatures in the ditch.
    As Humpty Dumpty sits up on the wall,
    The Garden of Eden is beginning to fall.
    So can we live on this Earth together?
    And keep our Eden fertile forever?

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    Kill the Truth

    by Rippah

    Lincoln said the slave was our human brother,
    A dark skinned man with another mother.
    But they didn’t want to hear that in the South,
    Denying the words coming out of his mouth.
    For human rights we fought the war,
    So a brother can come through the door.
    The truth is progress for human kind,
    Deceiving ourselves imprisons our mind.
    Truth is the light that allows us to see
    The path to what we can be.
    Equality was the dream of Martin Luther King.
    But he was put to death for truth in his preaching.
    John Lennon imagined a world of peace
    But breaking down walls ended his lease.
    God loves us all the same.
    But Jesus gets the blame.
    When all whistle blowers get hauled off to prison,
    Telling the truth is a really hard decision.
    The naked truth is often hard to hear
    We don’t really want to face our fear.
    There’s a price to pay for telling the truth,
    Provoking the rath of John Wilkes Booth.
    Gandhi’s truth put him in jail.
    For Snowden’s leak they set no bail.
    If America was duped on 9-11,
    How about tower 7?
    Denial is making us lag far behind.
    Veiling the truth and turning us blind.
    We will always be fighting a war on terror
    When our fear of jihad is in error.

Rippology

Rippology

Rip/Ripping: extreme raging, fully charging
Ripper: one who rips like Bode Miller or Daron Rahlves
Rippah: the mental and emotional state of ripping
Ripplah: a member of team rippah, or one who seeks rippah
Ripley: an incredible ripper, believe it or not
Rip-A-Lot: one who rips frequently
Rippy: the feeling one gets from ripping (also as an adjective or adverb)
Ripped: high from ripping, or what happens to the subject/object one rips upon
Rippled: worn and torn from excessive ripping
Ripage: amount or measurement of rippah / disheveled state after ripping
Rippation: anticipation of rip session, ramping-up mental rippah for launching
Rippilation: revelation while in contemplation of rip session
Rippaholic: one who can't seem to stop ripping, always Jonesing for more rippah
Rip-I: Rastafarian expression for ripping (may lead to rip-eye)
Rippology: the study of ripping
Rippism: the spiritual endeavor or seeking of rippah
Rippatism: an affliction for or addiction to ripping
Rippatude: the attitude of rippah
Rippitate: to contemplate rippah, meditate on rip session
Rippability: the potential for ripping on a given ski line or wave
Rippalicious: describing the sweetness of deep powder or a tasty wave
Rippathon: relentless, marathon rip session
Rippalooza: a festival of ripping
Rippatorium: a venue for ripping
Rippaladium: a giant venue for ripping.
Rippapotamus: one who engages in large, beefy ripping
Rippasaurus Rex: the dominant silverback of ripping, or champion ripper
Mr. Rippington / Mr. Ripperson (or Mrs/Ms.): when addressing a fellow ripper
Riptacular/Ripsational: spectacular or sensational feat of ripping
Rippersonion: an elder ripper, versed in the history of ripping (like Tommy Moe)
Rippography/Rippographer: biography of a ripper / author of a rippography
Purple Rippah: explosive or Bobby Hazen style of ripping
Ripling: offspring of ripper who rips in their own right
Ripcast: forecast of conditions for a rip session
Rip-It: instructions to other ripper that the time is now
R.I.P.: realizing infinite potential / riding incredible powder
Ripster: a little ripper
Rip Van Winkle: deep sleeper. Must have been pretty rippled
Ripped-Off: when somebody has stolen your mojo or your stuff
Alfonso Rippa: ripping Mexican soccer player
Rippapedia: the thesaurus of rippology

by Lodge Boys: Rippah, honorary Lodge Boy Coop, Bobby the Purple Rager, Counselor Aicher, Captain Beefheart Gorman, Mikie our Eminent Sponge, Coach Greg Needell (R.I.P.) and Mr. Voelker, Chairman of the Boards

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