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OH, SONNY! PRAY IT AIN’T SO, NO!
All there is is a Lotus struggle, it pays to kiss kings & queens toe rings, Space-Time grounded
It is all that rocks my world and if it doesn’t rock yours, more power to me, matter is soaked
Watered, clear with liquid phraseology and word string of a fame claim no special RH- blood
Blue or red all runs in and out of the oxygen tent , resisting the power of suffocation, choked.
Pants’re really tight, from 9 to 5 but I don’t have to drive a long way home, esse come clean
Drop the top inside that Pink Cadillac with the tiger in it’s tank, stop traffic east to west end
Ridin’ on the freeway until it was time to accelerate into carpool lanes to roll along low lead
In flight and nearly gained some air above the tarmac, back down on the grounds, unseen.
Becoming lower than you were, being on high and all of that scat, it’s all up to me and you
To be or not is the issue, getting by while you’re awake in the dream, cosmic cosmos’ goo
Fightin’ to stay alive when you and I and every other living thing is gonna die, just smilin’
Mouth agape for the last gasp of oxygen mix, to die for, to live for, never was original Sin!
Perfectly cheating with the rules I create out of the nothingness of this divine comedy’s God
Name of the cream of the crop’s eyes, ears, nose & the perfect lips and smile, I am laughing
Just recollecting the beautiful and the good, the flight of the Eagle’s mother and father sod
Stardusted into the void, empty of everything atomic, all faded to black and blue, stinking.
Hidden away flesh and bone to decay and break it on down to the basic boogie of the beat
Common one, two and three and BOOM it’s all over, where did you go? Where are ‘they’?
Memories of faces and love of hearts, forgotten hits and runs, above and below mortal law
Argue The Points, conclusions deduced, inducted and feeling bad for dumb kids of outlaws.
Will it ever change if we wait until the end of the completely theoretical, practically right now
Stringin’ theoretical fools, above and below the Truth, Timing’s Everything’ #FakeNews myth
Hard rocks mutate into the rivers’ trees’ glory of the birds, Self put together, DNA stud-styth
War dogs slapped, twisted gods OM in a hole, where gravity glows, two lips’ whistle a blow!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER TEN, 2018 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST
{ drafted in the Fog of Blues, #BluesTraveler #TheMountainsWinAgain & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/G4OTDztS_iA }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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