AHEAD OF A SIDE GLANCE AT US*
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It’s exactly like the appearance of Picasso-Pablo out of the blue twilight zone above, as below
Two eyes givin’ the vision of more than a movie on a screen, it’s being the star of the #Talkie
Silent movies were events recorded on a film, a magnetic tape embedded reflection, a grave
Not six feet under but always Above and never Below an artificial lead pencil point you gave.
To the ones who are grateful that they died like all of their mothers and fathers before them
Warriors have all died in the battles for the #hella Good and the happy Evil, infantile phlegm
Bottles with nipples to hold the milk for the Wheaties, on the breakfast path to find wisdom
Secrets of occultish ilk in the witches’ cauldrons, downloaded upside in the corner of a tomb.
Dream is the reality that occurs once your brain shuts off conscious awareness’ confusion den
Muted into cannot Fall into temptation from the One and the Many, flagships of a virgin hen
Who found my mother and my grandmothers, me! Tabulated approximately 100 mortal sins
How I know anything is amazing since I can only speculate, assume validity of assumptions.
Innocence I inherited with the sweet wine from the vines of Sicily, imported to freedom gods
From Zeus, Zoroaster and Ra, premises assumed, conclusions induced and deduced hotrods
Walking out on me now or then, sooner or later, it happens, nobody handles Truth, zen’s way
Fortune appears random yet moved by intent, it transmutes into what it is, a sea of the lucky!
A papal bishopric and an ordained by Jesus Christ, son of woman, a divinely conceived angel
It is what happened, so I’ve been told, a Savior who saves us from being a creational dumbell
In the matrix, the recipe is all of the menudo, in a hodgepodge of causes and effects for Hehl
Highwater restriction, Chi-town fire and a Picasso of Rush Streets in an infinite #Loop’s ‘L’.
Ah, movie theaters and alcohol bars, stages for human acts of reality for the not too human
Being in and out of consciousness if you can find a place to lay your head without a killin’
Either someone trying to take you or your stuff home with them, not your home, theirs...
Not being hospitable but being predatory, wanting to take life from the living and eat It.
Like dogs, cattle, goats, deer, elk and the rest of the four legged critters, eat and bleed sheet
Under the guise of living the good life, a philosophical semblance of Being God of this chit
All you get is what a blind man gets, what’s in front of your eyes, Earth, Wind, Fire and you
Not me, just you and that’s the end of the line where there’s no turning back, godanm fool!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. September 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM P.S.T. DIMANCHE
- Pablo Picasso Collection header
{ drafted while jammin’ to The Grateful Dead who play a very intricate #RollAway Help/Slip/Franklins at the Boston Music Hall Ma on their 1976 run of the East Coast. The remainder of this amazing show can be streamed here : http://archive.org/details/gd76-06-10... the Grateful Dead inspirational on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/i136oiMwP6c }
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