PEARLS AND THE TROUBLE OF TAO
Fake news and the false alarms that warn us that they’ll blow the lid off of the con job
TV, radio, printed word in every language, different truths for different readers ROM
Because what they remember of what they read is all they have to induce the deduction
Yielding a conclusion to believe because there’s proof that it’s true, a sugar daddy bum.
Fake news and the false alarms that warn us that they lie like rugs on flat, chess board floors
Juice for the rest of the night past the 12:00 curfew, Jack and 7’s a bit past three thirty, I die
Then on to the quilts on the bed in the den, TV on without sound, rockin’ & rollin’ trap doors
Invitations to everyone alive, becoming the potential and leaving your dead shell, chill, lie.
Sparks to ignite the fuel upon the ground, above and below the skirts I got to hike for me
They all slipped away the next day or next week, next year, either way, they all come n’ go
Fussin’ and fightin’ until the last gasp in the craw, it’s je ne sais pas, merci beaucoups bro
Turn your back on us after we’ve worshipped the ground we walk on, struggle, climb, be.
Nothing is going to matter in the long run after you’ve checked out of your slot here in flow
Pleasant dreams to the blinded by the life light and the death haunt, bogey men midstream
Waiting on you to scream bloody murder, afraid of your shadow and nobody but a psycho
Hunting and fishing, eating the living and dumping recycled stench, ghetto water dream!
You saw it before I did, then it fades at the same rate, it’s gone for you but I can still oversee
Matter of the forms in the vision and memories of recollected happenings, trippin’ for free
Dignity of dogs and billionaire moguls, rogues being helped out of Hades, dream Word’s up
To the heart and soul of it, the happening of the nanometers and astronomical world cup.
Light broke through the crack in the world, I suddenly woke up and there was music playin’
All of the songs I like, the rhythm and blues, the jazz, the progressive and old school rockin’
Groovin’ on a Monday afternoon, in or out of my groove tube, every song springs up in tune
With the thoughts of perfection and wonderful pleasure to be here and now, leavin’ too soon.
You can only step into the same river once, impossible to step into the same river twice, see?
Sun rises in the east and sets in the west, days turn into nights and we’re all literally, the free
Souls and minds opened for the flow of the sun’s plasma, whine of the star nova, it had a fit
Upset minds and souls in despair, keys to the extinction of the species, rock, paper, that’s It.
Leaving town, leaving the territory and putting everything you know in the rear view mirror
That’s something that only the most fed-up ever experience, everyone else, stays in the corner
Fear and loathing of happiness and sadness that results from being conceived and born foal
Scorn for the ancestors and descendents who inherited blind faith from a white or black hole.
Psychotic reactions to being misunderstood by lovers n’ friends who won’t be homecomin’
Back to the place you’ve gone to for good or evil, it’s where the gravity made the soul fall in
Down the matrix’ vortex to spin the wind out of every atom within, anti-gravity’s singularity
Shapes of a genome, to be seen and touched, smelled, tasted and listened to, made it snappy!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. LUNDI, ROCKTOBER 28TH, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM
{ DRAFTED while jammin’ to @Traffic #DearMisterFantasy & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vxVlN-LzIks }
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