YOU GOT THAT RIGHT, PAL!
Sixth encounter of the Third Kind comes and goes before anybody knows it, earthbound feet
Forgot where you came from before your conception of DNA’s reception connection, so sweet
It moves on the ground and it’s hungry to eat you, we are the food of the paranormal phenom
Punks and gods morph into the living logs on the beach’s sand, solar cinders of mortal scum.
I need a drink to wet the dryness of the full moon’s reflection of the sun, imagery I adore, score
I always win the games I play, it’s the whole point of playing, nobody wants to be a loser door
An open door for the winner to open and take all of whatever is in the pot, money, food, girls
To be or not to be, boys and girls forever, until holy ground meets Peter Pan’s spinnin’ whirls.
Here and now is the presence I’m in, the one you are entering now with eyes widely skewed
Ears and mind in a state of readiness to receive the complimentary gifts of divinity’s brood
Freedom to choose the Good, the Bad and the Ugly for reasons unknown to immortally Man
A soul within invisible bones, invisible nuclear acid, come from the cosmic soup’s tomato can.
On the loudest decibels conceived by mankind, in an empty chamber devoid of air and light
A heartbeat begins out of nowhere, just conceived from a thought of ecstatic friction insight
Epic thrust of a scream into the universe and ouila, a spirit-soul out of nowhere, too human
Chains on the ankles released if and only if the recollection of why God is God, Man is Man.
But you won’t know like I will know the meaning of the will to power, animated Book Runes
Rocks roll into a ball of liquid hydrogen and blow out in 360 degrees of output of the iTunes
Come see if I’m right or wrong, eyes wide open too for a minute, Chitown and Big Apple kicks
L.A. clear as a bell, it’ll toll for you and I, as sure as Earth wobbles, as sure as a shot of 30:06.
In a dark corridor without light, you move any direction into an imperative’s waste category
Groomed with vigor in the religion of peace and war, fear of divine retribution for devil’s evil
Spelled forward and backward it’s either LIVE OR EVIL but it will be known, good, bad, ugly
All things are nothing but appearance, cells of acid, Man is God’s cotton-pickin’ boll weevil!
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c. March 22, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to the #SoundOfSilence @SimonAndGarfunkle on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NAEppFUWLfc & SOME @AtlantaRhythmSection #ChampagneJam link below! }
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