AT ONE
LAST CHANCE SALOON
Now and then usually becomes what has been whether you approve it or not
Inside or outside of the Earth's atmosphere, as we're fortunate to be astronaut
Detached from the gravitaitonal pull on the nervous system, etc, etc, etc et al
Nothing at all is more important than believing with blind faith in supernatural
Common or not from this planet's fauna both aerobic & anaerobic forms of X
Whatever was before we all got here as a species, it'll be the same as an index
Covering every corner of the dimensions we're allowed to perceive as evolved
We find we know nothing for certain, a principle from the get-go Heidenberged.
I hope and have faith and warm charity that all above & below will be copacetic
First Cause of an unknown force beyond human comprehension, an RNA block
In the nutrients' formulas & pablum offered to the hungry, tiny, eating pie-holes
Admitting to the commandments of awareness that y'all are responsible, as foals.
Long run, after you & I are either in Davy Jones' locker or undertaken by dirt
Then in that far, far away future, maybe tonight or sooner, yo' mama will hurt
To see the future because you know you must reap what you ssew, be a genius
One & the same as your great-grandparents who preceded you, survived a fuss.
Let it be known, nobody can say words to express the Unknown's nature, I see
You'll see once you've arrived at the First Cause subject & object, it'll predicate
Break it on down, all the way back to the 1st day you recall paying, you grooved
Everything a stranger said & held you responsible for homework unapproved.
In the pyramid of things, mankind attempted to build a pathway to the outerspace
Nothing could be made that high without gravity bringing it back down into dust
First, a cosmic event without human participation or existence, even if divinely so
That Big Bang whether you & the sceptic within approve or not, it's a dream-blow.
Knowing and becoming super-aware of the present leading ahead into the groove
That is the Presence of the One who CAN handle the Truth, just doesn't approve
Repeat ad infinitum is one end of a 'G' spectrum, another is distopic, too humane
Add 2 twos or multiply 2 times 2 & that Truth is it's the same response, superman.
The astrophysics and the trigonometry and for the sake of reason, the calculus is
All there is inside of our heads if you follow the beginning to the end, it's obvious
Hard to swallow after decades more or less of blind faith in the explanation for It
Being the spirit & soul that moves you, animates the skin, bones & brain of scat.
High water is impossible to keep satisfaction, a drowning is nearly guaranteed
Only if one is luckier than most everyone, you'd be saved by angelic good deed
Ghosted chimera in fully cloaked form, a shape to be seen through, as glass or ice
Last chance, tequilla shots up, here's to the victories that kept us in charge of vice.
Day after you're dead will be the same as mine, dead air, screen blank, no static
I know you'll never think about this factoid again, tried to get y'all on the stick
That was my motive for allowing the alphabet flow to appear on a blank screen
Far, far away, like that & that's the way it is, I never gave Up, Up gave up on me.
Blisters proof of life on me fingers, from the strings & frets to the drumstick beats
I made my hands need gloves or become useless tools, a has been, as Ginger Baker
Enough of wealth accrued, I've got the house on Kauaii & nobody knows but me
Anybody can find me if lookin' where I've never been, transparency, at one, at sea.
High or lower than the center of this solar system, middle of the star called Sun, he
Not she but He is the original beginning before which nothing stands or sits to be
All laid out like corpses before ova were fertilized by the original sinner's pants'
Could not keep control of a creative force that desires eternal suffering, miscreants.
You'll never be deceived again if you're never taught the Great Lie, wisdom is nil
Other than unmasking the disguise that Life means being rewarded for original sin
No reward, yet an eternal punishment, requiring a popes & saviors, virgin disguise
Ask any one of the priests & other sanctified ones, pray to God there's blind eyes.
Here & now, this is now & then it's all gone in a flash of eye blinks, open & shut
Like a case between subjects and predicates fighting for an all too human omsbud
If not you then who'd be an unknown 'x' factor, fractional over a 'y' denominator
Nobody alive gets out of this world alive, nobody, not a savior/martyr to abhor.
Princes sons of queens and kings, are the key to extinction, powers that be at one
Pressing a button, giving an order to be followed or be punished by formal exile
Just because your parents thought you were so pretty, so proud of the beauty within
All your appearances to be good, bad & ugly held more weight than an idiot grin.
Last night or last century, the bag of bones lived & died in a hundered years of toil
Nobody gets anything for free, everything needs to be bargained for, Gold or Soul
Needs to get to the bottom of the list, take care of it all from the rocks to the Space
If & only if you breathe in & out for infinity will there be Rest In Peace, brute face.
Showers of acid rain kill seeds & plants in the stardust, mere pebbles of a rock, son
Of every shape, size, color & texture, everyone a miracle to be multiplied by RNAs
Random Love on a note in a bottle, floating on the Dead Sea or the Salt Lake DNA
Ways and means to perfection dialed in, immortal superhumans thy wills be done.
Drinks for the house, I've got the tab I'll never pay since I own the joint, I'm a lover
Careless of using brainwaves to scramble motor skills, depend on no pill or dope
Unless your time on Earth is up before you're good & ready, spirits remain on rope
Following the sirens to the hospital where you're DOA & watch a sheet come over.
You live in California's gold country, it's in them thar hills, I lived atop of them, so
It is all about the 49er, the 1849er who came out on horse, wagon & cowboys blow
Without the pioneers, we'd all be sending smoke signals to the friends & enemies
Our names whatever came to mind at birth, High or Low, babies hurt mama's ease.
Can never live without the breath of fresh air, your blood dies in the nucleic atoms
Hence, the brain & mind shut-off the conscious experience, injecting the venoms
To go back to nothing, like before you were an egg & a gamete, you can't do it all
Where no grace exists for you, preconception, you'll get THERE, now that's a Fall.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, August XVIIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST
{ Kicked this gem out of cielo while listenin' to #AMIGOS by @CarlosSantana on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Y9XXeznskQ4?si=T0HVN7VfAIE3t4jR }
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