SHE GAVE IT T’ME, O’ER MY #787 *
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 10, 2018
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It was in a New York Minute, yeah the NYC moment in time, big apple’s piece of mys-pace
Rode the buses and drove the cars and bikes to and fro, then suddenly, it’s all in your face
Into thin air, gone before I knew it, I had nothin’ but a ROAR noise, lies of what it all was
I’ve forgotten most of what it used to be yesterday, it’s all just an ever-incarnated kill-buzz.
The feet that you and I allow to walk all over us when it’s time to pick on a #Mark, use ‘em up
Truth or lies, how many people are in jail and prison are innocent of the crime of being a pup
Here and now in this present Time in this particular place in Space, watchin’ a ton of sunsets
One more, maybe none, who knows, wrong numbers might’ve been momentary mortal debts.
So, get ready, get set and go, lean to the left, lean to the right, stand up and sit down to fight
Without rocks, sticks or stones, hand to hand, foot to mouth combat until one sees the night
A challenge and a challenger requires a superstition that there’s a reason to be top dog DNA
To spread the genes far and wide, harems of infant incubators to mend the original sin, GA.
Daydreams now and nightmares in the unconscious mix the beliefs with the facts, yielding O
Big zero to cancel the things spelled and written on cave walls and on undersea volcanic flow
Frozen in the middle of nowhere, think twitchin’ and itchin’ outer-spaced, as below, so above
Don’t stop thinkin’ about it, do not waver, don’t think about your pain or pleasure or the love.
Center of your mama’s bull’s eye, when you were the end of the umbilical lifeline, a dot-speck
Knives won’t cut, bullets can’t shoot, fire don’t burn, angels’ wings unto me, all hands on deck
Martyrs for the cause and blank effect of having blind faith in a divinity’s penthouse top-floor
God knows, it’s consternation of a light-speed flight, flyin’ a #787 on LSD, First Cause w#ore?
Gonna bang the best of fatherless children, roam the cities’ courts and fields, all wet dreams
With or without the ethics, the morality of the Golden Rule of reciprocation, Do Unto Others
Rule of Karma known to orphans and queens, from the age of reason unto thy death, buzzers
Other than known facts, you’ll die like others before and after us, coughing Karmic screams.
by
r j j stephan, i { *header’s a brand new @Boeing787 that I will buy some day with CASH! }
c. BLOWVEMBER TEN, 2018 AD @ 10:10 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Keb' Mo' #FeverAndItchAllOverAgain & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5L-mbUKOHnY MotherMary & #FatherJoe #HaveMercyOnYall #SameDamnThingAllOverAgain #ForgetAboutTheMessYouWereIn #Whoa ! }
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