PERFECT, AS VOID AS FUNK, IT IS #1
What it is everyone who didn’t know tried to tell me, showed me the ways to find out about it
YOU just need to shut your mouth and be quiet, nobody wants to know the truth or bull skit
Games of the plays in the world where animals and plants try to stay away from the hungry
All animals and plants will be eaten in the end, by the dream of the hu-men, all she hit-men.
Y’all either know what I’m talkin’ about or you don’t, if you don’t you’re a toy of the problem
Therefore, I was born to channel this ONE word through the black-white funk colored system
Where you think, therefore you are what you think, and you’re not kiddin’ that It is crazy cool
On hills or in the caves of cliffs, if there is food, fire and sex, THEY are comin’ here for it, fool!
Who THEY are? Somebody tell me...all I know is that I’m not the ONE, SOMEONE else is IT
Alpha that is the First Cause of the progress of finite Time, empty Space, cosmic comic s#it
Look at my face, listen to the nature of the beast’s scree, the empty, middle way to the Truth
Stop and listen for a few more moments, it All flows down from the volcano’s funk, forsooth.
Destroy nothing and you get nothing in return, even Steven, it’s a wash and zero net zero says
What it is, voidness’ invariability is absolute, not an atom or electronic, holy Void of neutrons
Pretend or witness with the perception display of the six senses, death of Earth’s certain, sons
That is what I’ve always wanted to tell you but I knew What It Is would ruin your future days.
Baby comes forth, child sees no evil, hears no evil and does evil once the live show begins It
Evil is Live spelled in reverse, It’s not my fault that it’s that way, It just Is, that is all, so I quit
Not one day has been wasted in attempting to become enlightened from the altar boy credos
I believe, I have faith, I’m a crusader to find the holy grail that doesn’t exist in any star’s dirt.
Funk of the morning’s afternoon is the darkness of the evening when the ignorance resumes
When the hunger is satisfied by hunters and gatherers of meat, potatoes, DNA leafy legumes
Herding and hunting for the things to eat to pass the time, spun nights’ days of blinded faith
Nothing but the next day and an imaginary afterlife dream scenario, left for the fear of death.
Written word of what this is will be uttered and shuttered due to it’s indubitable holy squalor
Word Up or Word Down, it’s the bait cast and the catch of You, is the dawn of your splendor
Eyes wide open, breathing the gas in and out to crank the mind into a frenzy, a tizzy and War
Tickled the powers, always seeking the intercourse and the party of Funk’s sea, 1, 2, 3 & four.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. September 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST
{ drafted for those who’ll never read the words here, there or anywhere, it is What It Is anyways, & It Sure Is Funky, while listenin’ to the Temptations #WhatItIs ...We could have had it #GoinOn youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GRsqdItB3gU }
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