SKY IS NOT THE LIMIT
Teddy-bear used to speak and then it just became muted by my age, daddy gave me a name
I couldn’t keep talkin’ about the wasted days, my nice mama & papa made me hug my fame
Like a bird whistling times that an hour had passed from your lame life, chase a real mouse
Old #BlackBetty really mattered but Freedom acted the fool and trapped me in a hor house.
Yet it is not the limit of your skin and bones, you will let the rocks roll over the sticky point
Rivers will carry your DNA from snow-caps to the bottom of ground zero #MarianaTrench
Nobody will come to save you or anyone else way down there below the belt in #Hades joint
Nothing in particular, nothing in general and it is very important that you have real stench.
In the middle of the times you find in your presence of the seventh son’s of .45’s & a .357
No bull’s eyes above your head, they are dead in the middle of your hearts and souls of zen
Strength in the faded pretenders who say what they’ll never mean when their called on to fly
For the first and last time, the end will begin the next day under a blue or black diamond sky.
No wings, don’t need ‘em when Gravity is zero and the eights to the bar, boogie on the floor
Now and then you trip on about the fact that you’ve got less than an hour to live, maybe more
Anything can happen if you get mugged by a guy hungry and strung out, I left him in a trench
He thought I was gonna lay down and die for his command, scary, scar-face and dank stench.
When you’re desperate for food and safety to rest, you might be lured into a material world
Smugglers and witch hunters take up a good portion of time to entertain the masses, unsold
For the sake of the peace and mind of the ones who read what I’ve written, lighten up, chill
It’s gonna end like it or not, enjoy #ZaZen on a Harley or in an Acura but still, be mystical!
r j j stephan, i
c. August 21, 2018 Tuesday @ 8:44 PM PST