SIMPLE MIND, NIRVANA OR P.O.W.
In the name of God, Buddha or whichever almighty power makes this world turn in perpetuity
You will always be what we shall always be, a burning state of atoms, in multiplicity fury
On or off of the grid, the system remains viable until the Singularity beckons the debtor zero
Paid back in full, in solvent state of being neutral and solid as a blown soap bubble, our hero.
Content with the contents of the whole shebang, facts of life and death have no aftershock rain
Details and the lack thereof highlight the greatest show on Earth, crack of dawn is a wobbling
Ears saw what the eyes heard, the nose up in the air to ignore, all tastes of spoken, conjugation
Finale as in the first appearance of the dark, unmoved mover soon to revolve & be in orbit, son.
Cut the fur off of the minks & fox so the labor was shared & profits were divided inoculated
If and only if the conditions between us are equitable, then we'll all get double-dang dated
Fearless and hammered but we all know that it could be worse, maybe double downed ink
Tattoos all over from head to toe, inside eye-lid or just part of the android M.O., it's workin'
Now or never, the bums & junkies come out of the different places where I work too much
It's complicated like a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes after you'd quit for 666 months too
Camels my dad smoked while driving a truck, workin' for 6 kids & a wife's mother, an in-law
Dream ended the second a noise awakened the sleeping skin & bones, surreality in the raw.
Bobbers in the pond, goin' up and down, as if tryin' to exhibit the stress of bein' on the hook
All for the family who needed to consume a swimming body of scales & bone, fishin' crook
For trout, salmon or tuna, the rules are to heat it up & throw it down, BBQ or a hot fry pan
Smelling the frying, baking what bodies need to stave off the starving & dying in goon pain.
I saw what you've seen and it's the same television broadcasting in stereo, Truth be told too
Weather outside is cloudy & storming or sunshining through the dark skies, made the fool
Nothing a mother did, nothing a father did, something karma required of the too blue soul
Therefore, I think I'm wastin' my time with or without you inside of my head, a black hole.
Conspiracy to fool the good, the bad & the ugly into the specious idea that you're special
More than anyone who has ever or will ever live on Earth, you know I'm the One in Hell
Mighty mice and super men looked and discovered it underground, in the red or black dirt
Rocks hard due to the Big Bang cuttin' loose on the empty Void, made God be yet a Man.
Beggin' and bein' all in for the ride, never too young to love, babies do it, old ones relish it
Cryin' for the drink of mother's power in the teats, it felt good, but they weren't your mom's
Your babysitter or girlfriend, pushin' your face into their lap, I have a heart, lost my breeze
You mama never fed from the breast, you got the formulated plastic nipple & bottle 10 ozs.
Bouncin' balls stop due to gravitational collapse into the surface, ground of being at One
Accused of being too young to understand when it was furthest from the whole Truth, son
Nothing but the Truth, so help me God, I ain't wastin' any more time, it's not what I can do
I bled the verve out, brain seized, heart squeezed, pump by pump, peanut gallery angel blue.
Knives and shotgun shells keep the laws followed; we'll hang 'em high in marketplaces et al
Invoice me, I've got no silver or gold, no money, nothing to trade, nothing to offer any of y'all
Faith to stand the ground underneath your feet comes from your parents, orphans get gipped
The folks who should have killed each other, let well-enough alone, now extinction's gunship.
Pills make the world go around, without the pills, the species extinction is immanent, to wit
Days and nights trip in the wobble and twirl, around the star that burns until it's a black hole
Dreams end, you wake up and remain woke for a moment until the light turns on, school time
1st to 16th grades, torture the babies' minds, knowing it only took two to make it on a dime.
Lost knowledge is the wisdom of this world's wives and husbands, drivin' the turnpike's line
I played my part, you played yours too, in the bar, the flies get hungry for the hearts' so fine
On the juke box, the notes & lyrics program you & I for the rest of the night, we're all alone
For a New York minute, a sweet bed you made just for me, I'm the number on your cellphone.
Flyin' or floatin' above grounds of being, it's inhumane, it's dreams and below air underfoot
Coffins, caskets, urns or just dusted bones scattered on a dot in the Void stretch, got the boot
Mysterious matter in the form energy takes, a gravitational collapse of the divine funk-junk
Hear me? Repeat ad infinitum, what it is can be very funky, captive Truth, I call it all Bunk.
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
BY
R J J STEPHAN, I
c. Vendredi, ROCKTOBER 2nd MMXXVI A.D. @ 911 PMPST
{ Crafted while jammin' to the @MightyTemptations #WhatItIs in an infinite loop, on youTube link @
SAD GIRL
SITTIN' A PEARL WHITE EL DORADO, GANGSTER LEAN, SHE'S REVVIN' THE THROTTLE & BUMPER STICKER SAYS, "I LIKE TEJANO"; SHE LIVED LIKE A REBEL!
SEX & CANDY LIKE DISCO LEMONADE
