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A ROCK & A REAL SWEET ROLL, KID
Days like this, I wake up before dawn, shocked by light as it first shows the darkness’ shine
Absence of the star’s shadow dance, as the Earth revolves the mamas along a fake-ecliptic
Electronic circling of a nucleus, no answer, no question but which elemental bones are mine
Circle MY power that is the thing itself, the source of the moods of your spouse’s sweet wine.
Supernatural or not, as slick and smooth as the polished steel of your Acura SUV, love-bones
Nothing between the ears, in the mind, in the soul, no common sense, no reason to be loved
Specks of wasted, atomic fission and fusion in a holy void, mindless blind faith, yet flightless
Dream’s all over when you blink your final eye wink, omega gasp for your checkmate chess.
You might be a fool or a wiseman or a fool’s mate but either way, you’re a joker without beer
Serving your master is what you will do, like it or not, slave to the Earth’s gravity and blue sea
Businessman or decrepit ne’er-do-well all do it, serving the thing itself, the merge with a seer
Your rights are just your own illusion until they pop into the great #WideOpen, misfit to Me.
Just the result of gamete and egg DNA, that’s all the devil is, in the details, dream to be awake
If you don’t figure who you’ll serve, you’ll still serve SOMEBODY, greater or small snowflake
Every sound made by the atoms motion waves ringin’ the hearing, blindin’ the hindsight scar
All or none of it, Alpha, Omega mystic sea wind, yet still in a Jack Daniels’ vapor, jellyroll liar.
Get that sheet of ice off of The Lake, blow it across the LSD to Michigan Av where it belongs
Freezin’ the ear muffs and muck lucks off of the girls, keepin’ the boys’ hands full of wrongs
Catholic schools did no good for the bad boys and girls who found the hood was their home
Joined the service or imprisoned to get away from it all, abused children ruling class, shalom!
All of the tea in China and all of the gold in the Sierra Nevada can’t buy immortality for y’all
Nothing but a promise to take care of the invisible you, the soul of a human being, happy call
To be or not to be happy is the only important question that beckons the answer, to be a blow
Hating the not to be, the death of the friends and enemies, like the food we eat, come and go.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. January 23, 2019 A.D. Wednesday @ 7:11 AM PST
{ drafted while in #Alpha wave #Omega frequency listenin’ to Everlast etc, etc, etc ad infinitum, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qA1nGPM9yHA }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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