ME, YOU & MY ROCKIN’ EYES *
Even though a man or woman is born blind to the light of this star’s shining, fake brightness
There is a way to become enlightened with eagle eye hindsight, to be freedom’s faux liberties
Coming to know this factoid of life is an initiation into the Way you run the dozens on kids
Only God knows what’s in Dynamo Hummus mind, singin’ rhymes, preachin’ to arachnids.
Needles used to scratch the grooves, spinnin’ discs in infinite circles, ad infinitum brothers
Sisters too, I don’t want to leave y’all out of this but it’s all the male’s fault, responsible me
I know that from Eve until my own mother, sisters and wives there is no blame for the screw
Man, a human male was obligated to secure the fortress and protect the queen, failed fool!
Utter hopeless on the rebound for the Super Bowl LIII, pushin’ the cheese nachos and brew
Ready for fights and welshed bets to become the talk of the evening and next day armchairs
Bullies got their long overdue dithers and now hang withering in frozen black ice, holy curse
Sounds of the speakers replication of the music, lyrics and melody verse, same as omega first.
My talons have got to hand it to you, watching the ruckus down on the earth’s crust of angels
None of them have wings to fly away but they try anyway with rocks and melted steel deals
Butchers of the cave men and women, they chopped the meat to barbecue for fake-tribal fools
Penchant for rubbers and plastic, concept of extinction coded in DNA, One, too many to One.
Blowin’ every one of the conceptual analyses into oblivion where they originated, laugh jackal
Motorcycle riders gettin’ tattoos and spoutin’ off philosophical arguments for natural survival
Known historical record of humanity’s oral and written WORD gives me a bull’s eye, Om I am
On God’s dams and throughways, we’re jammed, all gone man, fever pitch to sacred wisdom.
Eagle has no meat for you, feathers and bones and a brain to hunt the stupid who want to die
Way up above where you can’t go, you’ll never see it from that point of view, rocks below sky
Will to power and hungry Intent occurs to a Fake self, a third eye asleep, becomes God’s fears
It ain’t my fault, Eagle keeps rockin’, boxes flying in the air, It’s a FedEx cash-cow my dears!
by
r j j stephan, i {*header is my One, eagle token of cybertopia! }
c. Saturday February 2, 2019 A.D. @ 4:20 AM PST
{ filled in the blanks & drafted this from #Scratch himself, listenin’ to the RollingStones jammin’ in a loop on #YouGotMeRockinNow on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PaMSw_lH2kQ }
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