sssOpened up Eyessss
Shaking hands with nobody but your friends and foes, that’s all of it, the whole shebang
There’s no kidding us any more with children’s golden book sagas about my sucker slang
High Vikings, queens, hobo paupers & mentally challenged, disturbed & out of synch souls
Notwithstanding the mainstream of rivers runnin’ north & south unto north & south poles.
Singing the rhymes keeping the words warm and misunderstood is the whole point, see
There’s a misnomer and a point to be made that’s pointless yet what always needs to be
Breathe in & out, get a helping hand & give the help you can give when needed, word up
To the sky and all around this Earth ball of mud, blood & beer, soul empty divine phu-qup.
Lent all of my capital out to the paupers who went bankrupt or died being worn out at work
Business on any given day, any old shift that gives you at least eight hours of a shut-eye perk
Events are the things that happen planned or unplanned, something to talk about to a friend
Having dialogue is all too human intersection of thoughts & becoming known fates, the end.
No more nor less than the squeaks and whistles bellowing out of the pie-holes of the squirts
Invisible sperm merged with an egg and now can’t call it quits, pretend to be immortal forts
Hog-tied up in the mind or the body, both make you crazy to break free of shackles, it hurts
Both the body & the mind to succumb to slavery is unnatural, it’s liberty for me or the death.
Done gone since dawn, hiding in the cave’s darkness in the furthermost place to feel the fall
Down to the bottom of the pit, just a last trip and tumble to that place in Space, God’s hall
Heaven or Valhalla in a mind or outside the stratosphere in one form or another, near or far
If it’s the Truth that’s all she wrote but the writing was burnt in fire or forgotten in a bell jar.
Ennui comes and goes depending on the food you eat or if you’re starving, it appears to be
Just that appearance but in reality, it’s all just a series of reflections that nobody else can see
Except you & me, we’re the only ones anointed with the wonderful ability to detect bull scat
The meter usually registers the facts or fiction within a moment of hearing to this and that.
Let down your hair & I can take it from there, that’s what she said that he said, he proposed
Pulled out a diamond ring, grabbed the fine little tarsals & slipped the circle on the ring one
Happiness used to be a ham sandwich until I saw the magic I produced in the eyes well done
Hammer to the last pound, the pedal’s to the metal, heavy down & dirty, Hell below’s closed.
Ain’t any competition in the realm of Earth’s continental territory, all weather pole to pole
As above, ignorant as your own origin, loving mother and father the climax of a ghost soul
Unseen sight, yet moving an unmoved mover, every animated presence can dig a gold mine
It is what it is though, that’s yet another story, prehistoric guessing, logic requires a mind.
Check your perfection at the door along with your precognition, it is not allowed to be
Not here, not over there or anywhere else in the world we know as continental Earth
Injecting venom from a friendly snake isn’t going to hurt as bad as waves on the bow
Yet, Truth be told, nobody knows why humans ever existed in the past or here & now.
Intent is to reach the target without regard to Time in Space, that’s the trick to master
Magic isn’t the way, it’s a sleight of hand and deception of a mind’s three dotted eyes
On the narrow way to Nirvana, splashed around in the gas of the air, wind & blue sea
I took the joke seriously once I joined basic training to be retrained in orders & policy.
Tigers, panthers, leopards, lions, cougars & lynx keep the Earth clear of dead meat ilk
Birds of prey also get the leftovers they can absorb most of what the teats leak, milk
Small or large, the job gets done in time for the infant to survive to be an elder chief
One with wisdom to know the good, bad & ugly is one & the same thing, a hieroglyph.
I’m not kiddin’, chumps & geniuses surround me ‘bout every time I go to a rock concert
I can’t tell the difference since I’m one of them, don’t know if chit’s stronger than dirt
Chit itself is both a subject and an object or predication, part of the dissertation PhD
On the dead-end street at the end of the one-way crisscross, we played 4 corners “#It”.
Under streetlights on one of my dark, Chicago dead-end streets & my pa whistled Dixie
Home for the end of the battles of the war undeclared, never be the same again, Basic
Ripped my hair out of my skull, shaved off my invisible beard, slashed my skin bloody
All for the sake of my country, I gave an oath to support & defend, allowing abuse too.
To me or against me but never about the perpetrator who began the fight, until now
I can tell you that there’s an answer to all questions, but responses may be down low
Time out for the bad children who’ve grown up to be the idiots & morons before y’all
Every move you make & all places you go, remember well, you will die, y’all will fall.
Bring the flights home, surround the heroes with deadly arms to preserve their heat
Fraud and exposing it to the light of day is paramount in the search for high anxiety
It is found on every trail to every goal, cheating and lying to get the jump on winning
Losing is not an option, winning is the only option, your mothers died mortal sinning.
Ceiling and floor above and below the four walls surrounding your 208 bones, you die
Without leaving a Will to Power for your gods and demons who rob your neurons’ lie
Help isn’t coming sooner or later, in fact, you’ll never receive a twit of assistance at all
Like the day Eve had Adam duped into the apple byte, it’s all God, damned wonderful!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, April VIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST
{ Critical mass reached a moment ago, finished while jammin’ to @Santana #LaFlaca in a loop on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LiSFAaOJUnw }
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