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DADDIO’S NEW YEAR 2019 A.D., ICY
Alone and nothing but air baby, oxy-nitro, hydro-carbon and a menu-do of dead, cosmic soup
Mixed together in a menu do of cow’s brains and pigs’ feet, to eat or not, graves are in a loop
Deadpan spoon or a forkful, you can shovel it all down the gullet, no satisfaction’s all of that
Respecting nothing because it is all there is, the facts of life are chilling but, facts are #Fact.
You got here before or after I did, learned to read words and comprehend the being’s nature
I get ready to die every day of the living body, the oneness that’s here and now, bone bell ring
Saw it coming, body’s mind could have prevented divinity’s prestidigitation, a worldwide tour
Babies come and babies go, some sooner and some later, some never get past the zygote ding.
Perfectly happy and imperfectly sad, immortal ideas, a fiction of imagination, a chimera sin
Nothing or something, in the middle or at the outer edge of the system, chain of fools’ in a bin
From the front to the back, you will be what you are, what your intention allows, conquer it
Years, centuries and imaginary, fossilized parents of the present, hung low to burn and bury.
Chains of history, recollected by the ones who were never there, implants of an ignorant mass
Without the links, the fools are by themselves, all alone in the middle of paradise lost too fast
Before you know it, you discover nobody knows a thing at all about anything, farcical drama
Lying to me and sayin’ it’s gonna be alright, that is a mistake, I am a skeptical man of manna.
No free bread in the soup line, you must make an effort to survive in the cosmic bog of atoms
Naturally, Time’s Space becomes all there ever was, to you and everybody, even my God cums
Bringing acid to fruition under the blazing, red-hot, white dwarf, disguised as the Sun, Sonny
Boys and girls, it’s time for the show, we need to get it going, fade-out on stage, stoned Rocky.
All my friends and relatives faded to blackness on blue, all alone here and now, a haven sent
It is what it is and I can’t say no more since the WORD is all there is, I say it and it is so, cuz
Wonderfully composed compost in the hot spot, burnin’ nostril strength, odoriferous scent
A kiss and a shout away from the formulation of the mighty and weak, goodshitz got a buzz.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER 31, 2018 A.D. Lundi @ 9:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to some Slash, Derek Trucks Susan Tedeschi Ronnie Wood - Oficial & SimplyRed’s Mick Hucknall (Simply Red) Italian FAN CLUB all @ B.B.Kings B.B.King Blues Club & Grill New York #ThrillIsGone & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3uneA-cstZs?list=RDjJncp6eMUSQ }
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