EAGLES IN NEVER, NEVERLANDED
Unified fields of the matrix, walkin’ on The Moon’s infinite space, Black Hole of your Mother
All you can think of, where’s something to eat, hungry I am here inflight, a grounded Brother
All I’ve ever done and all I’ll ever do until the day of my last flight to murder a man-boy fisher
Everything that’s alive will die, I am a tool of the messenger, I do what I do, just holy for Her.
Mother Earth is who She is and there is no mercy for you or I in orbit around Fire rock hash
The Sun, The Star closest to your and my hearts dumpster dive for the garbage white trash
Innocence was never lost because it never existed in the first place, atomic integration post
From the neutron to the black hole, your Ego vanishes into the tears of your mama’s ghost.
In flight away from and toward the beginning of the end, the alpha of the omega in an effigy
You can stick a king’s fork in the fried, burnt DNA flesh of pigs, cows, chickens, oh monkey!
Only adults in this room, the children, the babies, the zygotes are not allowed to analyze chit
A blasted rock left a compacted contraction of gas turned to stone, regulated plants, smoke it.
Upon the dust of the moon, the bones were buried underneath the surface, dozens of skulls
Not human heads of creatures that landed and became extinct, choked on the oxygen hulls
No female or male differences of the species, everything and everyone One mass, safe places
Glowing beak grabbing the prey and lifting into the dark air, headed to divine, Stupid Spaces.
If tattle tales want to tell the history of your life, in the form of a child’s game, a white blow
Talking and speaking about why the stars and the sun shine for us to be alive here and now
Learned to scoot and crawl, never could ride, drive, run or fly to escape the Truth, on points
Beer, spirits of fermented grain to the acid, to the alcohol, to the burnt leaf of planted joints.
I got your wall streets right here at the crossroad of easy street, approach light speed, alrighty
Ready to protect my heart and soul from the things that must devour the living, hot almighty
Didn’t walk on a moon but I’ll go to an Event Horizon’s Black Hole, in due time I’ll pay for It
Around the clock, around the star, incredible Eurekan golden fleece, pagan gold is God’s chit.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 19, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to the #Police #WalkingOnTheMoon link @ https://youtu.be/PIIkN1vMbmo & Eddie Money #GiveMeSomeWater link @ https://youtu.be/rU-KVObNEd4 }
W.W.A.R.D.?
No comments:
Post a Comment
YOUR 2 cents...if you don't mind? ;-)